Re: Aftermath
He gave a small nod at her mention of good meds. He'd get some later. He read her lips and rolled her eyes. Seeing her next question, Clint reached up and fingered at his ears.
"It's all...really badly muffled." He gave her a wry smile. "And your penmenship is worse on that," he teased, pointing at the white board. Remembering the explosion, he sighed, shutting his eyes.
"The explosion..." He looked up at her. "How bad?"