[There's silence for a moment; Archer doesn't turn immediately but Alekhine does. He looks from one to the other and the sense of "oooohhh" is ridiculously obvious. Clearly shit is about to go down.]

...Kimblee.

[Archer turns then, folding his arms immediately and clenching his hands in the uniform's sleeves. He can't seem to settle on an expression and goes from looking pissed to smirking awkward and back again. He's trying to keep calm. It really isn't working. He knows better than to make a scene in public.]

You've been trying my patience for several days now. Your infatuation - is that what you're considering it? - with this girl has gone on long enough. We're returning to the base.