What Barton was saying...it was nice to hear. And surprising. Really, if you had asked her what she imagined her first real conversation with Hawkeye would be like, she would have not have been convinced that it would have gone like this. If you had asked her a long time ago, Jessica would have told you to fuck the conversation -- someone would not be walking out that room alive. And that someone was not going to be her. Ha.
Appreciation flickered in her eyes, softened her features, though she kept her gaze cast down and into the beer bottle. This was her chance to fit in somewhere-- she wasn't going to screw this up. She swept her jet black mane of hair over her shoulder, a mischievous smirk playing at her lips. "Indeed you do," she drawled, her green eyes at their corners to meet his. "You know," she began, voice saturated with banter, "if you're ever interested in a Round 3..."