[archer snorts like barry's just told a funny joke. he might as well had -- should you be drinking, honestly. he takes another long drink as if to defy the very notion of it, a little unsteady on his feet even with his cane as he joins the cyborg in the front room. archer rests it against his thigh when he flops into a chair, reaching over to take one of the sensors and actually do 0.5% of his job by making sure the detector screen is clear. lotta dust in the air in this shitty place.

he looks over when he sees barry's hand move on the chopsticks, clearly expecting something, and when nothing happens and he's just left with a furrowed brow and a mild confusion of why a cyborg even eats or gives a shit about eggs. for a moment the tension in the air rises like he's about to say something but, miraculously, seems to decide against it.]

Don't know why Mother didn't just have us put a pipe bomb on his car, [he mutters to himself irritably, like barry isn't even in the room, then wrinkles his nose as a thought occurs to him:] Ugh, this better not be personal for her...

Sniper's in the other room, [he says, suddenly, directly to barry. most certainly an awkward attempt at conversation. it's almost like he doesn't know how to talk to anyone when it doesn't involve being a vitrolic drunken bitch.] so, you know, if you see him first or whatever. I loaded it and everything.