[ Probably the worst distraction that she could think of, but Illya's going to be at the archery range, looking at all the bows here and speaking idly to herself without a care in the world. ]

You're not here with me... are you, Archer? I wonder if you would like this place. It reminds me of you so much. I'll have to apologize if I fail to protect-- Mm. It's kinda cold.