[Kimblee doesn't hesitate again, setting his hand down softly against the metal at Archer's shoulder, tracing over some of the detailing before shifting back up over the plates at his neck. He refrains from touching his face, as something about that strikes him as unnatural, but he is rather plainly looking over the detailing there even if he doesn't touch.]
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...how well do you see, out of that left side?