[He needs the help, which is the most frustrating part. At least he doesn't sigh in relief when Archer finally lets go, though he does lay on his back for a second or two before Vesper shows up in his line of sight. He rises slowly at first, finding balance without the use of his right arm, then he's quick to stand. He takes the napkin with a grateful grunt, but doesn't staunch the blood just yet.]
Fine, [he snaps at Rogue's question, though his eyes are on Archer.] Are you his warden or his nanny?
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Fine, [he snaps at Rogue's question, though his eyes are on Archer.] Are you his warden or his nanny?