[The silence doesn't do anything to calm him down, but Archer doesn't continue shrieking either. He normally has better control over himself, or he can at least act like he does. He can't stop the tightening of his fists or the tremors. If he was closer, he'd haul off and hit Kimblee. This isn't the one he's used to, and hitting this one just seems like a terrible idea. Still, he'd do it anyway. He needs to take his frustration out on something or someone after all.]
[Finally Kimblee speaks and Archer's fists tighten. Whatever eye contact there might have been before is broken, and Archer's glaring off somewhere to the left, mouth set in a tight frown. There isn't any verbal answer, but the fact that he's still shaking and looking pissed as hell ought to serve as enough of an answer for Kimblee.]
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[Finally Kimblee speaks and Archer's fists tighten. Whatever eye contact there might have been before is broken, and Archer's glaring off somewhere to the left, mouth set in a tight frown. There isn't any verbal answer, but the fact that he's still shaking and looking pissed as hell ought to serve as enough of an answer for Kimblee.]