[ he's tired ( mentally and physically ) and less filthy thanks to the swim, although, some of it isn't coming out without soap. he looks a lot worse than he feels. nothing's broken. there are a few scrapes and there may be bruising tomorrow, nothing to worry about now. ] No, I'm good. It's mostly dirt, [ he explains, gesturing at his tarnished outfit. at least it isn't blood. ] Nothing a little sleep won't fix.

[ archie's convinced he can handle himself. he keeps repeating that as a reminder that none of this is weird.
so what if he feels like his grip on reality is slipping?

there are a few things that don't add up: what she's wearing, she isn't soaking wet, and she's taking this a lot better than he is. ] What's going on, Betty? Where are we?