Archer's ears started to turn pink, having not realized he had spoken aloud. He turned to the much older student who had spoken and sputtered out what he hoped was a mostly coherent sentence. "I...I hope so." The boy flattened himself against the wall a bit and took a good look at Acacia. It probably seemed like he was staring at her a bit, but it was more out of being unsure what to say than anything.

"I'm Archer. Archer Belby." He finally piped up with, deciding he should be polite and at least try to make friends. Or at least not make any enemies. He was a sweet boy, really; he just didn't quite know how to socialize. At least he tried. "What's your name?"