Without a word, Archer headed over to the final car, and climbed in, managing to make the picture of such a small woman climbing into a Sedan look semi-graceful instead of comical.  Her bag stayed close to her body, laying neatly by her feet, and her coat laying negligably on top of it.  The harness holding her federallly issued weapon was a bit tight, and she had to adjust it before settling back into her seat, and waiting to see who else would be joining her in the car.