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He clears his throat. His voice, when he speaks again, is somewhere between amused and resigned. "Thomas? Thomas was... succinct." There really wasn't anything else he could add, trying to be fair. A slight shrug of his right shoulder, accompanied by an equally slight grimace.
"Better'n Olinger giving me Grady's badge," he has to admit. "S'a little..." What was a good word? "...Gory." Yeah. There isn't actually a good word. He dumped it and his uniform cap in his quarters before walking for the rest of the night. Archer hadn't wanted to look at it. Cleaning it is going to be some sort of hell. Because he gets the feeling the mayor is gonna want to see it on him when next they meet. He looked so pleased to give it to Archer. "Thomas got the bad news half. Mayor got the promotion bit." He wonders if Olinger enjoyed the fact that Archer showed up in uniform. Probably. It went with the pomp and circumstance of his office. A headache forms just thinking about everything that's going to go with that facet of his job. "'M a four-star chief," he mutters. "In a two-star commander's shirt. A ripped commander's shirt. Fu--" He catches himself in the nick of time. Archer's bad language is as much a part of his personality as his stoicism, his job, his cooking, his quiet. On his own, though, he attempts to curb it around Charlie. It's a work in progress.