"More than cornered, he was gone, out of our hair, you were fine. You did good, Clint. And I promise we're not dead. At least, not as far as I know," she added, motioning for him to follow her as she turned and moved back the way she came, mounting the stairs to the seventh floor where most of them were all... assembling, for lack of a better word. Not that anyone seemed to be up yet, it was rather early.

She stopped outside her door and pushed it open for him in invitation to enter. "Make yourself at home. Hungry? Thirsty?"