It was no secret that most (if not all) Servants would manifest with the knowledge of the modern world that would allow them to efficiently function outside of their element; that, however, might be easy to forget from the way Archer was regarding the glass of water that, from the expression on his face, had just magically appeared. Whether the Throne decided that the newest appliances available at Arianna's catalogs of choice didn't qualify as necessary knowledge, innate knowledge and seeing something for oneself were two different things, or something in Archer's brain had just plain been rattled loose by the summoning (assuming it had been wrenched tightly to begin with) all seemed likely options as he moved to the refrigerator as if entranced, one shaky hand steadily going out to depress the lever he'd seen his Master hold the glass still being offered to him against.
The way he almost visibly jerked away from the stream of ice-cold water pooling in the palm of his hand confirmed for him that this wasn't some cruel hoax, as did when he lifted his cupped hands to his lips for a tentative sip, and from there it was off to the races.
It wasn't so much awe at the mechanism itself, though the way he formed a makeshift bowl with both hands inside the refrigerator's alcove to fill his palms as quickly as possible certainly contributed to Arianna's Servant's newfound vigor as he began sucking down as much water as he could possibly manage, gasping and gulping, his face spending several seconds buried in his cupped hands each time before he would go back for more. He looked... not quite deranged, but like a man who had spent so long being cynical and world-weary that the thought of ever seeing anything like this had gone beyond being a dream or a myth and was simply no longer ever considered, simply another flight of fancy one's brain couldn't waste time daydreaming about. Water dribbled down the stubble on his chin and splashed from his hands to the floor as he drank his fill, even as he abruptly remembered the glass that had started this all to begin with and, hastily taking it from her, throwing his head back and gulping it down as quickly as he could manage.
Only once that last vessel was empty would some semblance of self-awareness begin to return to him as, with a few last gasping swigs, he slowly returned his attention to her.
"... Well," he began with an embarrassed expression, glancing to the side as he lifted up one sleeve to wipe his chin clean of the tap water massacre. "If you're more comfortable hanging back, that just means you're probably in an even better position than most other Masters, yeah? They wanna stay out of harm's way anyway, but if you can provide intel and
act on that, that's just as good as another set of hands in a fight." He tried to act casual about it this time as he slowly swung the glass to his side, tapping it against the refrigerator's door a few times before finally finding the alcove without looking and then missing the lever contained within a few times as well. "Hopefully it's not so heavy you can't at least wield it in self-defense should another Master find you; as for a Servant finding you, well." The corner of his lip twitched upwards. "That's what you have me for. Me and your Command Seals."
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