Olinger sits with Archer, his lively eyes constantly watching as they take their places across from each other. Archer Avery has the kind of mind that captures the Mayor's attention, and now is no exception. He doesn't hesitate to grant that permission, to gesture for Archer to go on when he asks to speak freely. The Mayor is not a fan of bowdlerizing his own words, so he hardly expects Archer to.
The new Chief tells him to call him Archer, and Olinger nods dutifully. He doesn't mind that Avery calls him Reeves, either. Most people don't. It's kind of comforting to hear his name spoken aloud again. Like a warm drink or a sunny afternoon. Something nostalgic and welcome just about now. Mayor Olinger is not immune to the stress of his position, and a little comfort goes a long way.
When Archer asks his question, the Mayor looks slightly surprised. His brows lift just faintly, but he purses his lips and seems unprepared to answer for a moment. After a prolonged hesitation, he finally says, "We still have records on file from before the systems crashed. Your information is all in there, and I have certainly read every page. Is that what you're asking? Are you wondering what I know about what you've done, or are you wondering if I know who you are? Because that, Archer, that is why you are here. I know your record. I know what's on paper. But I also know that you are dutiful, honest, and dedicated. You are here because you are Atlas, and you will never shrug off the weight on your shoulders, no matter how great. Is there anything else I need to know?"