It didn't matter. She held onto those words for as long as she could, letting him lead her through the crowd, grateful for him being there so she had at least one familiar person in a crowd of strangers. "I don't think we're even in the building any more though," she said softly, just loud enough to be heard by Archer. Moments later, she let out a squeak of surprise as a glass of alcohol was thrust into her hand by a lady weaving through the crowds, depositing drinks on anyone who didn't currently have one. She gave it a look and kept hold of it, not yet taking a drink.
"It might be easier to recognize something once we get out of here," she said a moment later, pressing close against his side so as not to be separated from him. The fact that his tale hated her so much was worrisome, but she tried to keep her thoughts away from it. It just took time to warm up to someone, right?