Before we go stomping around... [Archer walks over, pauses to put a few more rounds in the Skin Feaster - for good measure - and then grabs Greg's wrist.] ...Someone should probably double check to be sure both these poor bastards are really dead.

[He checks for a pulse, while silently judging everyone else for not bothering to check on poor stupid Greg. But mostly Gar. He judges her the most. Always.]