Something seems… disjointed, and Archivist is reacting to things you can only see in your peripheral vision. Spreading cracks, little flecks of darkness that twist and writhe across your perception.
ARCHIVIST: “Uh- don’t worry? It’s just, just that I’ll have to - dangit - enact my plan sooner rather than later. And maybe there’s some…”
SAM: “What’s going on?”
They don’t seem to register your question, too preoccupied with… whatever it is they’re doing.
ARCHIVIST: “He’s… trying to get in? He can’t possibly be serious. Still, if he’s playing chicken with the structure of the Location, I… I don’t have a choice, do I?”