Maybe it was the trench coat joke, or maybe it was the little squeeze of solidarity, but the tension buzzing through Rosario's body seemed to slacken just a little. "Hell yeah," she said. "No way I'm stopping now." Giving up would mean letting the Goldenhawks win. It'd mean letting Archer scare her into silence the way Archer's dad had scared her mom. Rosario had already been determined to make sense out of this stupid-ass mystery; now, she dug her heels in harder.
'I look forward to seeing what else you can track down'? Just fucking watch me, Goldenboy.