[archer's doing fine. what little damage he sustained during that underground surgery bunker raid is wrapped up and healing fine, no infections, pain killers popped, all that. he has a thick pair of black rings under his eyes, but honestly? who doesn't at this point? this place isn't exactly the most comfortable environment, archer's own complicated feelings on having family forced on him aside. god, at least pam got someone hot.

not that-- not that he thinks bruce is hot, or anything. it's like looking in a carnival mirror. one of those ones that makes you look all fucked up and hideous. yeah. bruce is hideous.

sterling's just happy he didn't wake up with someone telling him some other kid was his. that wouldn't have ended well for anyone involved.

his expression pinches slightly at the mention of coma o'clock and how much better ray was doing, but he doesn't really say anything. too busy considering the merits of ray getting out and leading the rescue. too distracted by what the countess had said - what are they doing to keep people out?]

I could kick your ass, cane and all, Pamela. [he shoots back, smirking a little. honestly, the idea of leaving her here alone hadn't really crossed his mind. it's selfish, as archer is wont to be, but he doesn't think he could handle losing both lana and pam. the concept of missing ray is enough to make him feel existential enough.] He better. I'm going to fucking kill him if he got himself murdered like a shitty idiot.