There was no doubt about it.
Even when the pan sizzled with fatty oil oozing from the fish he caught and the tangy and spicy aroma of freshly picked herbs that grew in the forest vegetation wafted in the afternoon air, Red still didn't give him much regard.
She was truly madly deeply enraged with Archer.
It was evident with how she keeps on rejecting his attempts to extend her a helping hand. Archer was an extrovert and had no problems with getting along people; humans, elfens, pixies, light faeys, vampires, heck he even has a daemon friend.
What Red is doing is torture to someone like him.
It was frustratingly difficult to communicate with someone who does not want to talk. When Red had finished the chocolate bar Archer gave, he wanted to discuss how they should proceed finding Ari but struggled to have a proper conversation since she didn't even want to face him.
