[There's a grateful flash in her eyes as she takes the bottle. A wry chuckle escaping. Possibly at the image of Des hitting Archer. More likely at the imagined string of obscenities that would fly out of Archer's mouth in response.]
And no casualties on our side. [Wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes as she takes a swig from the dainty bottle of whiskey.] Somehow. I thought we were done for before we really started.
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And no casualties on our side. [Wrinkles creasing the corners of her eyes as she takes a swig from the dainty bottle of whiskey.] Somehow. I thought we were done for before we really started.