[Kimblee stands up easily from where he was sitting at the desk off to the side of the room, biding his time until Archer arrived; there isn't any hesitation when he opens the door, though his expression is one of those strange, placid ones that he tends to offer when he isn't sure what to do with his face.

This is awkward. Why is this so awkward?]

My apologies for leaving so suddenly; it seems this place has a cruel sense of humor. I wouldn't have left like that otherwise, especially not for so long.

[The apology is sterile, as it always is; nothing behind it but the formality.]