She felt she knew what he was thinking. Phil and Maria had been nothing but discreet, and she doubted that anyone who didn't know them would have any idea, but she also knew they could separate work and private. Bobbi could do that, but she'd never felt the need to hide her relationship with Clint once their mission had been over. She also wasn't in charge of anything. "Yeah, but our previous coffee brand was craaaaaaap."
She leaned over to get a better look at his hand, but didn't touch. "My husband uses a bow. So... Just empathizing and making sure." She was fairly certain if Clint found out his hand injury would stop him from using it he'd be devastated.
She shrugged. He seemed nervous. "You did well. Sometimes missions can be a crapshoot. They don't go as planned, or the intel changes, or conflux of events makes them unfinishable. You did well. You got plenty, and the important thing is you handled yourself well." Plus, Hill seemed to like this one because he was so damn polite.
"My first mission? They sent a rescue team for me." She confided.