It occurs to him that her shoulders against the edge of the bed look awfully fragile. Like someone should be there to put an arm around them, or something like that. He knows it can't be him, but someone should--

Archer banishes the thought. She's asking him about something business-like. He has to answer in kind. "That's what I've heard..." He can't return to his place leaning against the bed now that she's there, so instead he lowers himself to sit against the far wall of the bedroom. "But I was also told that these happenings don't often leave the City. If you're tired of them, we could go."

He knows even as he says it that it's impossible. It can't happen.