"Who?" Not for the first time today, Jim suddenly feels like he's walked in on the middle of a conversation he has no business being in. Or maybe he's just bad with names.

The promise of pastries and coffee is too much to resist, so Jim sidles up next to Verity and nudges her slightly with his hip. Clint really does have the best coffee and upstairs would be closer to resting than he is now. Plus he can change out the bandage on his arm because seriously, it kinda hurts.

"We're fine, Verity. Come up with us and have some coffee. As a thank you for bringing us food, if nothing else." He thinks Verity's just shy. But he does want to talk to her now that he isn't half conscious and bleeding all over himself.