"Said like a graverobber," he says with an insufferable smirk, like he's so clever and funny.

With the flask having been discarded open lidded and Archer having downed it, whatever he drank clearly smells very strong. Paint stripper strong, though... obviously not actual paint stripper.

He shrugs a shoulder and starts off into the graveyard, apparently content with Shiro's decision.

"What do you think it is?" He asks after a moment of walking, finally contributing to the conversation in a normal way. "I reckon... mmm... coyotes."