Well, he certainly was really, really brave. Alright, and maybe kind of endearing as well. She was stuck somewhere between sweet and mortified for him wishing she could reach for a knockout gas arrow.
In the quiver she wasn't carrying.
So Mia came out of her hiding place and edged closer to the group, ready to spring into action. She wasn't sure what kind of action, but she did feel kind of momma bear about Bart.