"Aw, you're tellin' him about the Hawkskirt? Man, I'm never gonna live that down," Clint sighs. "The, uh, the police might call you sometime in the next few days, Verity, ask you for a statement. I didn't tell 'em Jim was there, because, well, Nexus? But these guys have pretty long rap sheets, assault's not hard to believe. Stuff's clean, by the way."

At the rate he goes through bandages, does Verity think they have time to get old? She probably doesn't want to think about why they're all in low cabinets, either.

Remembering, Clint digs out Verity's phone to hand it back. "Right, this's yours. I think you got a text while I was holding it, I almost checked."