[Archer leaves Kimblee to his own devices, searching through the first aid kit for that cooling gel, along with some fancy, expensive Burn Heal. Hey, it said it would work on humans, so why not? You were totally correct in that assumption, Kimblee.]

[He hesitates when he turns around to treat Kimblee; he'd recognize that pose and expression anywhere. Admittedly, Kimblee isn't derping quite as hard as the younger version back home, but it's far too similar for Archer. He shakes it off quickly and approaches.]

Let me see it. Is this the worst of it? Why the hell were you riding on top of that thing and training against Dorian? You know better than that.

[Or at least, you should know better than that.]