Klaus wouldn't precisely consider himself bodyguard material if asked, and to be honest he can't quite remember why he'd thought signing up for this detail was a good idea in the first place, let alone why anyone in charge would actually agree with him. Sure, he knew enough self-defense and battle tactics to survive both his childhood and early adult life (and it was a toss up most days which of the two was more fraught) but trusting him to keep someone else safe as well?

It's far too much responsibility, in his opinion.

On the other hand, if he ditches now, there's a decent chance whoever he's been sent along to help will have to go it alone, and the possibility of seeing a new ghost around town and knowing it was his fault is enough to keep him moving forward to the prescribed meeting place, even as he pulls out his flask and takes a long pull.

There's still a good twenty feet between him and Archer, but it's more than enough for his eyes to confirm for him that he is indeed looking at some sort of funky coffin by the man. He stops fully in his tracks, uttering a loud, vehement, "Nope, no. I don't think so." and spinning on his heel sharply, skirt and coat flaring out behind him in a wide arc.