She didn't like 90s hip hop when it was new and relevant. No, she wouldn't really want to see it.

"It'll be fine," she promises, and there's that gentler tone of voice he might remember. "Find a towel to wipe the water up with okay? We can fix this." She figures it'll mostly be her fixing it since this stuff is hopelessly antiquated to him, but that's okay. She knows what she's doing and if she doesn't she has--Wait no, Clint has her phone.

Okay so it might take slightly longer than anticipated.

"How are you feeling? Did you hurt anything in the fight?" She's pretty sure he did.