[The hotel room is fine; now that he's away from the...uh, buffet of manliness or whatever the hell was going on out there, Kimblee relaxes easily enough. He still seems a little keyed-up, his hands immediately bunching themselves into the fabric of his sleeves when he folds his arms across his chest, but he takes up his usual position with his back to the wall regardless, leaning up against it casually and crossing his legs at the ankle.
He's also got a bit of a smirk playing about his features, though it's more because he doesn't seem to know what he should be doing with his face as opposed to any sort of genuine excitement or anticipation.
He has no idea what Archer's talking about. It's obvious.]
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He's also got a bit of a smirk playing about his features, though it's more because he doesn't seem to know what he should be doing with his face as opposed to any sort of genuine excitement or anticipation.
He has no idea what Archer's talking about. It's obvious.]
Go on, then.