I feel like-- hang on. [he pulls himself out the window, landing on his back in the tiled kitchen with a pained grunt.] --like the what is pretty obvious.
[he pulls himself up on the counter, wobbling slightly in place.]
I'll trust you to show yourself out the door.
[archer might... think he's in his own house, here.]
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[he pulls himself up on the counter, wobbling slightly in place.]
I'll trust you to show yourself out the door.
[archer might... think he's in his own house, here.]