Danny Archer

[Archer glanced at the pile and then nodded, moving over toward the chair but not bothering to pick the items up at present. Instead he returned his gaze to his acquaintance again, a bit surprised by the Dutch. He could understand the majority of it, even if it was not quite the same, but Archer was used to speaking in English more than Afrikaans even, so he wasn't expecting it. When he responded, it was in Afrikaans.] "Not at all. Thank you."

[Then, to the latter, he shook his head and gave a smile.] "Not unless you have some vodka, huh?"