The way she childishly pouted showed he'd inadvertently rubbed her the wrong way with his words, but at least she seemed willing to talk, so he lowered his sword. Archer had no doubt she'd undergone serious training, but he'd been through so many life or death situations that he was confident he could handle himself if it came to a fight.

"I honestly don't know. As prisoners, our information is limited, but I've heard we're on a western continent called North America. I don't know any more than that. I'm not familiar with Konoha," he said, trying to keep the multiple worlds fact out of the conversation. "When I said dangerous I meant anything from deadly obstacle courses to freakish monsters of varying shapes and sizes. It almost seems like the head doctor comes out with a new nightmare each day."

He paused. "I realize this is all very confusing. Honestly, I felt the same way when I woke up here." Well, maybe not the same. Archer was used to the whole dimension hopping thing. "But someone was kind enough to explain things to me." Hisoka had done so reluctantly. "I'll try to answer your questions to the best of my ability, but I don't have all the answers."

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," he said, trying to be nice about it. "I'm Archer and you are?"