They both looked terrible. But even though Isobel seemed to be a mess, she remained beautiful. For the sake of his own self-preservation, Archer ignored that fact and simply stepped inside. "I said I would," he replied coolly, his voice far too collected for reality. He pulled self-consciously at the collar of his shirt, beads of sweat appearing on his temples.
"I'm still attempting to determine how we were all simultaneously locked in as we were." He paused, realizing that locking people in rooms was a lot easier than transporting them to a magic fishbowl. "Though I suppose that isn't the most important thing about last night."