[Kimblee just watches him; Archer is clearly agitated and at this point, he knows better than to interrupt when Archer is agitated. He'll let him talk it out; he isn't sure what to think of the knowledge that Archer doesn't quite...finish it, and he takes a second to process it.

No way to judge...?

Ah, but Archer's said that he was in the middle of battle, hadn't he. And some sort of array -

...oh. Oh.

He's quiet for a moment longer, unfolding his arms and then folding them again, the gesture awkward; he doesn't let the silence linger, however.]

Of course - understood. I remain entirely at your command, until dismissed from my position; my loyalty is still yours.

[He steps forward after that's out there, closing some of the distance between Archer and himself; he reaches out one-handed, running his fingers through Archer's hair, the gesture gentle.]

Relax, Archer; whatever happened back home can't touch us here. You know that.