After a moment's pause the radio comm cracked to life. "Look bitten?" Clint Barton paced the hallway while he waited on his wife. He stared down at his working station and then over at the unfinished Land-Mines and frowned. They still had to get these out the door before tomorrow. It wasn't normally a problem, but now there was a breathier to contend with. If the person was bitten..well then things got simple fast. Humanity was something that there was a time and a place for. It was really only If the breathier was clean that it got complicated. They didn't need extra baggage or another mouth to feed, but neither of them were in the habit of dooming those poor fucks that somehow managed to be beggars at the damn door.
"I can be there in five." He said without a pause. There was an edge of comfort in his tone. Bobbi was a big girl, no doubt about it. But Clint still wanted the option on the table for her. At the very least he liked it that way.