[b]Archer[/b][hr]
Smirking confidently, the red-clad Servant simply shrugs at her Master's foolish observations. "If I look this way, it is as a result of my Master's tastes, and nothing else. The Holy Grail summons only the most compatible Servants, after all."

With this last comment, however, Archer's face grows slightly disappointed. She sighs, and regards her Master with a straight expression, staring her in the eyes to emphasize the seriousness of her words. 

"I assure you, despite my appearance, that I am the genuine article. You should be able to sense this much through our link. If you are not satisfied, so be it. I, your Archer-class Servant, will win this war in your name."

[i]With, or without you. [/i]

And, with this, Archer seemed to be finished with what she had to say. She simply watches on with a calculative, unreadable expression, waiting for her Master's response. Evidently, she was not all that interested in addressing the others in the room, although she did take note of them. 

[i]The Church[/i], she comments to herself dryly. [i]It seems my Master this time around comes with a few Masters of her own.[/i]