This guy was a real riot. The threat had gone right over his head, or maybe just been discarded for some other ridiculous reason - like not being important. That'd be a scientific thing, wouldn't it? Will kept his hand on the banister to stop from grabbing Archer by the neck and hurling him forward - but he still had one free hand. That one closed into a fist against his side.
"Because people don't want scientific answers," he growled, wanting to get to the fourth floor and back to his room and sleep as soon as he could. "You've got facts, doctor. I can guarantee that's not what anybody's looking for." Not even him. Sure, maybe later knowing how all of this went down would be nice, but right now, that was pretty much unimportant. Someone was hurt because of him, and only a very small part of him wanted to go back up and apologize.
Pure, unbiased knowledge. Will snorted slightly but didn't comment. Sure. Unbiased. The moment he called it 'pure' it was biased.