[Her straight face twitches at the mention of Archer, even if by now she associates him with his true identity and less so his title. What a disgusting person to be reminded of.

She raises her drink to his and takes a small sip, enjoying the taste regardless of how fine it is. These days she doesn't indulge in alcohol as much, but it's fine for this one time.]

I take it you have only arrived now, Rider? How curious that we be pulled in at the same time. But I have not seen sight of any other heroic spirits thus far. [At least none she would recognize, both from the fourth and fifth wars.] What do you make of it?