[ Cassandra raises an eyebrow at Archie letting her in first, but at least he didn't act all gentlemanly about it. She gets in and then makes room for him, thinking as she does so. ]

Eh, probably. Not like there's a ton in London. We'd have to fight off the Valkyries and fly him off to the middle of nowhere...

But honestly? I'd like to think he'll just die in a fire somewhere and we won't have to put up with his bullshit. Not like that's going to happen. [ Especially considering the last thing she remembers from her world. She leans back and rubs her forehead, suddenly tired. ] I've been here nearly a fucking year. What the fuck.