[People were usually scared, shaking in their booties when she came to town. She's not surprised it's the same for this kid. That's how Archer's brain works- that it's clearly her and not the fact that a building nearly collapsed on the kid. She cocks her hip to the side and twirls a braid around her finger.]

In exchange for what-now? ["what, did I just, like, resolve a conflict that haunted you for years?"]

Don't get me wrong! I'm just here to do whatever I want! I don't even care about the stupid trophy cup! But, y'know,

[She bends over, close into Leslie's face, almost nose-to-nose.]

You agreeing pretty much means you're gonna die, right? Why die for someone else?! That's dumb with a capital DUH!

[Up close, her eyes are clear with the terrifying purity of someone who doesn't care about good or evil. Her only goal was to cause mayhem and destruction. Maybe something had gone wrong with the ritual, for such a wildcard to be pulled from the throne.]