[Kimblee simply steps back without complaint, allowing Archer in easily; he doesn't move to resettle on that chair or go anywhere near the bed, however - he remains where he is near the door, leaning back against the wall. His stance is casual, legs crossed at the ankle as he's standing and arms folded low across his body; he's looking at least somewhat curious, however, given that Archer is usually not nearly this cautious around him.]
What's on your mind, Archer? There's clearly something.
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What's on your mind, Archer? There's clearly something.