Archer had been listening to the conversation, but she had shown enough curiosity for her comfort, and was about ready to take a light nap to kill time before the local law enforcement was mentioned.  She had no intention of coordinating with them; although she found it amusing that she was working with the FBI now, that didn't mean that she had somehow devested herself of her healthy aversion to the law.  They made her skin itch, although the dangerous part of her took an almighty satisfaction in knowing she was above them....now.  She found a seat, and buckled in just in time for the seat belt light to pop on.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm fine with not coordinating with the law this time.</strong>"  She gave them a small lip twitch, as if she had considered smiling, but decided against it in the face of the subject matter, and settled in for an admittable light sleep.