Sam was in the middle of cutting a seam in particularly thick sheet of ice, one over the backdoor of an SUV where the driver was clearly dead, and the child in the backseat couldn't get out. She glanced over at the newcomer, not recognizing the voice. But that really didn't mean anything in Sam's life. She'd had enough one-night stands (with either gender) that she didn't immediately expect to recognize the voice of someone who knew her name. That glance, though, told her she'd never fucked this chick, and then Shailee's name brought it all full circle. "You must be the badass in her head. Hot." Despite everything going on, she still managed to grin and give the redhead a once over because, yeah, fucking hot.
"Careful. The acid's a fucking bitch, and the thing just keeps coming back, no matter what anyone shoots into it," she explained to the newcomer. "Hammer over there has been helping pry people out." Hammer being Clint's new, official name - at least for the time being.