"Would you shut up about your goddamned bow?!" Jim's kicking at something, trying to stay between Clint and it and fumbling in his pack. "When I said 'don't bring your bow' I didn't think you'd fuck up house cleaning, Clint."

Something clatters to the floor and Jim swears quite loudly in a language neither of them have heard before.

"Shit, stun it, stun it! Get the fucking phaser before it claws your face off!"