Tasha just rolled her eyes at Clint. With him, it was only a matter of time before he did something worth making fun of and she had a number of memories worth mocking him for. She took her second shot with the rest of them and then a third as Jo contemplated her third. "That's high praise, actually. I'll have to show you what he means some time. There a place to spar on this train?" If there was, she'd definitely be able to show Jo a thing or three. She'd certainly be able to show off her knife skills, but she'd keep the gun skills on the down low until she found more ammo.
"Makes sense. Sounds like they're harder to kill than your average bad guy. How young did you start?" Natasha had started very young and she wondered what 'training' meant for a hunter. Was it very different from training to be an assassin? She hoped it was, for Jo's sake.