"Yet." That's all he says as he hauls the door closed and, well there's LT Reed, all military precision. It's- normally it's endearing, comforting. Stability. Right now it's just grating. The reminder he doesn't know anything about Malcolm is more than a little frustrating. Time for the bottle.

"Archer's always had a thing for longshots." It's how he and D ended up transferring here in the first place. Otherwise they'd be a waste of resources. He sighs and flops back down on the bed, fishing a flask from his pocket to take a deep swig.