[Kimblee flinches a bit, his body going rather tightly rigid at the sound of the voice from what seems like right the hell out of nowhere; it takes him a moment to relax, to realize that it's Archer talking to him and everything is still reasonably sane and all right - it takes him a moment to turn to face him fully, but he manages eventually, his expression tight.]
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I don't need anything, Archer. I'm fine.