[Archer is silent once that statement is out there. He leans into Kimblee's touch again, allowing himself to relax against the touch, trying to put his thoughts in order. He knew there wouldn't be much in terms of care here for automail, but he hadn't even thought about the basic necessities; he needed multiple shots to survive and if they didn't have those here...
He doesn't like that idea.]
Of course, Kimblee. Thank you. If it gets bad enough, I'll have Alekhine take care of it.
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He doesn't like that idea.]
Of course, Kimblee. Thank you. If it gets bad enough, I'll have Alekhine take care of it.
[Said like that's not a big deal at all...]