Already ahead of you, [he says, taking the tracker out his pocket and placing it on the table. there's a chair opposite barry, but archer takes the one next to him, knee briefly knocking against his. he smiles, strangely boyish and leans back in the seat with crossed arms.] I was gonna put the coffee on. I mean, you can just punch through the wall to get to the sniper quickly if that thing starts beeping. These stupid walls are so thin I could probably kick through them with my shitty leg.

[his tone is... companiable, though the slight strain and desperation for contact that persisted in it last night when he was drunk with all his weight on barry is still there.]

Do you.. still drink coffee? Or is it all battery acid now? [then, in an attempt to cushion the joke he belatedly realises barry won't like:] At least I know not to put egg in it, am I right?