Sorry Jim, but that look really does nothing for or to her. She's never been a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.

(Okay, once, just the once, and let's not discuss it.)

She's looking them both over while she talks, eyes narrowed a little. "Yeah, I live in Manhattan." And two years in the future but what's a little time between friends?

"Oh, I'm okay. You're looking really well considering you were half dead last time I saw you." She's only pretending to be calm while she tries to process all of this. "Did Clint put you up to this? It's okay, you can tell me. He's not actually allowed to draft people into the Avengers anymore. Clint, shouldn't you be calling the cops or something?"