Archer paled when Thaddeus mentioned how he'd have a lot to explain to his mother. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He was fairly sure she would be very displeased. For someone who wasn't a mischief-maker, trouble sure knew how to find him.

"Y-yes. That might be a better to tell mother instead of--" He waved his arms at the scene in front of them, not particularly wanting to glance at the dead man either way. It would be a more believable story, too. It also wasn't quite a lie. He had remained at the museum far longer than he had intended before wandering into the wrong part of town.

He glanced to Lou who seemed to be agreeable with contacting the aurors, a task he was glad he wouldn't be a part of. He hoped they wouldn't jump to the same conclusions Thaddeus had that the poor guy had somehow been involved.