"This isn't tequila." Bobbi said with a little cough, well, it was close - but whatever it was had a bite that she wasn't familiar with. The beer looked enough like beer that she figured the bartender had either heard it plenty in the last few days and been giving out what passed for it but that shot she'd just done was decidedly not tequila. She cleared her throat and reached for her beer, it wasn't an excuse to not immediately answer Maria, but it was a damn good distraction for the moment it took her to recover. Well, if liquor here was going to be like that Bobbi Morse was definitely not going to be the one to complain. Hell, it definitely seemed like she might be needing a fair bit of it - at least for the next few days while she adjusted to learning way too much information. She was good with learning a wealth of information, but this was a bit too much all at once.
Clearing her throat Bobbi took another sip of her beer, leaning herself half against the bar so she was slightly turned towards Maria, "I have no fucking clue." She said honestly, "Apparently in whatever place he's from me and Clint had a kid." It was a really weird thought, she wasn't even sure she'd ever thought about having kids. By the time it might have been relevant she was divorced and S.H.I.E.L.D. was falling and her world was crumbling around her. Not that Bobbi got mopey, not for a moment, but it just hadn't been a thing so being confronted with the fact that else where it might have been? (Bobbi still wasn't sure she believed this Lad Rogers after all...) That was definitely jarring for her and stirring a lot of emotions Bobbi definitely didn't normally have. Hunter said it best of all normally, emotional competency wasn't her strong suit.