"Because earlier I nudged you to get your attention and you nearly took off?" At..at least Jim is honest here? He's just as confused as she is. He's not sure what the 'right answer' is around Verity. But since he has permission, he'll carefully shimmy out of the sweatshirt he'd borrowed from Clint.

Ow, ow. Elbow caught on the fabric. Yeah, one of the bandages on the back of his arm is suspiciously wet, it's not gonna be pretty. But it will be even less pretty if it gets infected. At least only one of them burst?

Jim glances back at Verity, and this time his casual demeanor is just the tiniest bits forced. "What's the damage, doc?"

Coffee would be a godsend. And pastries, once Jim is cleaned up a bit.