Kimbley takes an automatic step back, left hand raised up defensively. "Shit!" He regrets the tone as soon as it's out of his mouth, trying to amend the fearful tone by closing the distance between the two of them. He's not extremely close, and he's not moving to lay a hand on Archer's shoulder, but he's not running away.

"It's not like you would have been able to keep it from me," he says darkly. He folds his arms across his chest.