Well she said she could try. Bobbi tried to keep her cockiness in check. She wasn't Clint after all, but she almost did say something about succeeding at it not merely trying. Instead at the suggestion she twirled the batons again at enough speed to whistle to punctuate the point. But she didn't move otherwise.
"Yeah, whoever is that lax with security probably gets to go help dig latrines in Madripoor."
She looked between them, studying the two of them as he passed the note and Hill read it. "Do you need me to stick around?" She figured this was business between them, but Bobbi had a high clearance and discreet.