"It's how gators work," he says with such confidence in this obviously incorrect fact. This must be something that stuck with him from wherever he'd come from before, along with his... relationship with alcohol.

Archer notices Shiro's getting warier, and while he's on edge himself he makes sure to position himself ahead of the other wannabe-cowboy. Just in case anything should attack, though it's slightly less out of a desire to be a protector and more because he's pretty sure he could take anything that might come at them and kind of wants to beat the shit out of someone and get it over at done with.

It's actually going ahead that makes him see his own gravestone, stopping with a frown.

"Okay, weird, there aren't many Sterling Archers around..." He crouches, reaching out and stopping just short of touching the offerings. "Huh. Same year I was born. Can't be my dad then..."