He remembers her. Vaguely. Which worries him, he can't decide if she's important or not.

"You just have to find the right one." He replies, and with a gesture his holding a long, composite bow made of some sort of plastic. Unless that's steel, which would be ridiculous. Nobody's that strong. Then she looks closer, and realizes that, at least, it looks like a bow, but it's nearly six foot long, drawing it would almost rip your arm off even if it's not made of steel. It's far too wide, and the curve is wrong.

"May I help you?" He asks, hoping if she talks enough he'll remember a bit more about her.

And Archer is nowhere to be seen at all. Not good. He backs away, trying to get out of the line of fire.