Bobbi had been out there looking for familiar faces, but bringing one back hadn't been the target outcome. Letting the boys have their moment, she stood back, leaning her rifle by the door for the next hunt, catching Clint's eye as he looked her way and flashing him a reassuring smile. She had seen more than enough of Mr. Hogan to asses any injuries. Maybe she'd keep the full extent of that experience to herself.
"Already did that part, Hawky," she assured him as she finally approached, unburdened and out of her jacket, looking much more comfortable and not particularly prone to dismembering the walking dead. She beamed at both of them, glad that she could reasonably trust an old friend might not case the joint and leave them for dead, then waved them all to sit and bask in their good fortune. They could get down to business once they'd put their feet up for a bit. Maybe Clint could even put this guy on a trail after his lost family.