There was that uncomfortable closeness again. Archer restrained his tension, forcing himself to relax as she leaned casually against him like they were good friends. He supposed that they were, in a way, though the idea still confused him a fair bit. As she began to talk, he tried to make sense of what she meant by talking to people that didn't talk too much when they were drunk. Perhaps it was something that normal people did.
"I suppose that silence is something I do have in common with those people," he said lightly. It was almost a joke. "Though you, too, are quite different from the other researchers I commonly speak with. None of them are...very expressive. Our conversations are limited to work and ways to improve work."