PRIVATE.
I'm still a little to Catholic to off myself, Romanoff. Even if it's temporary.
Besides, the kid's here. She needs somebody to keep her mind off it, too. I'm sure I want to do what I can as long as I can, and after I'm just gonna trust that I did enough to keep any of you from having to deal with the consequences. I made sure we won't be able to get out, so we won't pose a risk to anybody else.
Hell of a way to wind up missing the sheild, but.
I stashed some bread Clint had me make to ferment bootleg alcohol, a few meters from my room's door in the hall, under some rubble and wrapped in that damn ugly coat they made me wear last week. Was saving it for anybody who got injured, but you should take it and use your discretion. I'd meant to tell you anyway, just got caught up in the malestrom before.
Buck is safe in the Void, or so he says. But he's also got eyes on all of us, so he'll probably need encouragement not to check in on me. And by encouragement, I expect both you and Sam yelling at him not to, though I already sent him a message. Not like he listens to me anyway, historically speaking.