At first, the only move Andy made was a feint, just enough to get this Archivist to flinch, knuckles cracking as her fist tightened. A flinch was telling, he really didn't know what kind of fight he had signed up for if he flinched. It was only another beat before she decided this answer was deliberately obfuscating the point, what the fuck was she supposed to infer from Archivist?, and hit him again anyway for the trouble. It was a quick snap to the mouth; maybe he if tasted blood, he would figure out what the stakes were. "Who do you work for?" she tried again, with angelic patience for this Minotaur's nipple.