[Erwin is ready to get into another pissy argument with Archer, but then the man actually takes things seriously for once, and he calms down to wait for an answer. The one he gets isn't the one he wants, but he'll take it.]

Fair enough. A 9mm Browning, you said?

[He'll have to remember that name.]

If I'm able to locate one, or possibly several, would you like one as well?

[Why the fuck is he offering Archer a gun? This place is making him lose his mind...]