[...okay, she looks like she's about fifteen, which really concerns archer. why in the hell would he wake up in an unfamiliar house with a kid? he drops a little of his vitriol, but not all.]

Castle? Christ, kid, where are you from? [archer pushes himself up off the wall, standing straight a little wobbly. no tactlecane, that's annoying. no cane at all, actually. that's extra annoying.

he shakes his head in answer to the question, eyes falling to a picture on the bedside table. of... them. he picks it up with a disgusted expression, angling it towards her so she can see it too.] Yeah, I have no idea but I'm gonna go downstairs and start breaking people's bones until I do. You might wanna... I dunno, stay out of the way.