Truth be told, Archie liked learning about self-defense. Taking those classes when he was young, despite pushing himself to impress his father, were actually kind of fun and he excelled. Now, though, things were different. One needed to be effective at protecting themselves from zombies -- sometimes as gruesomely as possible. So, when Sofi had told him about the day's excursion, how could he NOT want to come? The hard part was convincing Sofi that her dress was impractical out in the field and for what they were about to embark on. While he was known for his bright colors at the school, out and about in the real world, he dressed noticeably drabber and efficiently.
"Stop complaining," he replied. "No one told you to wear that huge ass coat," he replied. "It's made of wool. I'm surprised you're not itchy by now." Archie wore a tan long sleeve shirt, dirtied, worn, and had seen better days. A pair of jeans. A pair of combat boots broken in and good for running. He had knives stored in hidden compartments in his boots. Strapped to his hip, a quiver full of bolts for the crossbow he held in his hand. One could never be too careful. Anything could happen between the school and their destination. Lucky for them, though, there was minimal threats. For now.
Generally, people who weren't from the school made him nervous. He did his best to trust Sofi, though. When she announced herself, and him, he offered the man a nod. "Archie," he said after a moment. Walking Shadow sounded a little too dramatic, at the moment, even for him.