Ah. Yeah. He probably should have said. Archer still was getting used to the idea that he might be mistaken for someone else, and the edge of a roof wasn't exactly the best place to get startled. "Nope. Not Stealy McFacestealer," He said, because that was pretty much all he was going to think of that guy as. SHIELD or not. He didn't get the coolness factor because he was a dirty rotten face stealer. "Name's Archer. I got here a couple days ago. Floor four. Pretty sure we're the only ones up there yet."
Handing over a bottle was something that Archer rarely did. But considering the words that were coming out of this kid's mouth, it sounded like he needed it for more important things than recreational blitzing.
"Eh, a couple drinks aren't going to kill you. Might actually make it more tolerable. Though, the ledge probably isn't the best place for someone who's tipsy, but I'm pretty steady even blackout drunk so I wouldn't worry about falling. I'm a decent catch and you're pretty tiny. Relatively speaking."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Archer squinted a bit at this kid before figuring it probably didn't hurt to ask, "Exactly why wouldn't you have any choices? Also. A name, a name would come in handy."