"The what now?" Oh this Jim has got to see. "He doesn't have the legs for a skirt. I call bullshit." Really who goes around saving the world in a skirt. Well, Jim supposes ladies could, since it's their fashion thing and all. It'd make for a great street-view if they did. Best not to say any of that out loud.

Blink.

"It was..." Jim wants to say it was by the chair he'd been camped out in for the last couple of days while he was resting, but it's nowhere to be found. Jim pauses. "Hmm."

Probably just best to wait for Clint.