As they reached the bottom of the staircase, Archer continued to hold Isobel's hand. He did his best to ignore Luther, responding to his question evasively. "He's far away," he said, voice as soothing as he could muster for Isobel's sake. When they reached the lobby, the sensation of a hand gripping his shoulder caused his insides to clench. He glanced over to Luther fleetingly, expression impossible to read. He didn't smile or nod or frown, he simply looked.
Turning back to Isobel, he patted her hand gently. "It isn't far to the car," he said, leading them out of the lobby and down the street to the garage. It was a quiet walk, giving Archer plenty of time to think about this situation. Griffin would be mocking him later, he knew. But he didn't need Griffin. He could figure this out alone.