Archer looked over the paperwork, her eyes scanning for any sentences that might hold her to something unpleasant, she wouldn't put it past the FBI.  She mused to herself a bit, appreciating the irony of looking a bit down on the agency, while working for them at the same time.<em>If only Ethan could see me now.</em>She stopped thinking along those lines, knowing exactly what Ethan would say, she'd heard his thoughts on her current employment plenty of time over the past few months.  She signed the documents non-the-less, and took possesion of her assigned....goods.  Sending the required fire arm's a bit of a questioning look, before dismissing them altogether.<br/><br/>When the topic of badges came up, she raised a slight brow, a question on the tip of her tongue, but kept firmly away from actually being spoken.  Was she even allowed a badge?  Sure she'd been given important identification before, since it was the only way to get past security in most if not all of her jobs with the FBI, but an actual badge.  She wanted to make a smug smile, but kept it firmly from her face.<br/><br/>And than there was the question of transportation.<em>Please don't make us drive.</em>It wasn't that she couldn't drive, it was just...well who wanted to drive that long with only a bunch of strangers for company.  It seemed awefully distateful to her, although she wouldn't dare to complain about it.  After all, she'd traveled in a lot more questionable methods before, and a drive could probably count as one of the more comfortable of the possibilities.