It didn't take much for Bobbi to lock her things up and pull her white leather jacket back on - now that the shooting range was all set up, really with plenty of thanks from a few people, but especially Maria, she was maybe gonna have at least a little extra money to buy some more clothes. Having to constantly wash the ones she came in because she didn't have that much cash on her and she wanted to horde it as long as possible wasn't doing her much good in the clothing department. It had been a hell of a few days and things didn't seem to be letting up - what was letting up was the feeling of being alone. Hunter not being here after she'd been spending so much time with just him, no S.H.I.E.L.D., no mission, no distractions felt... weird here. Maria, Nat, and Clint? Their presence was helping but Hunter not being here was still digging at the back of her mind, fucking annoyingly so at that.
Running a hand up and through her long blonde hair, Bobbi made sure all her shit that she wasn't bringing with her (she may not have her staves, but she was never without her guns) was locked safely away where no one could get to it. Once she felt like she was ready - which really only took about two minutes - she headed out of the barracks and made her way to Starlin's.
In a crowd of unfamiliar faces, it was a hell of a lot easier to find the one that was familiar and she siddled up next to Maria, taking her place on the stool to her right, "Shot of... tequila and a beer." She said loudly as the bartender started to make their way over. Turning and giving Maria a little sigh, "Already having your fun I see?" She said, her smirk obvious not only as it danced across her lips but it screamed its way into her tone of voice as well. Thankfully her drink was brought quick an she immediately down the shot, "So, pain in the ass questions first. Then we can just catch up." There was no denying one thing about Bobbi Morse - she rarely missed an opportunity to cut to the chase.