He was right--she did let someone sneak up on her. Kate could admit that. All it took was one miscalculated step or for him not to have been there and the game could have been over. She could admit that too. “It won’t happen again,” Kate affirmed when he approached her. That’s all there was to it, really. No excuses, no discouragement. Just the silent vow to herself--and, okay, to him too--that she would do better next time. Kate drew in a breath.
“Hawkeye.” She finally answered without a trace of hesitation. “Of the Young Avengers.” Had he heard of them? He obviously knew nothing of her, but maybe he had run into Stature and Wiccan. They had been here--in New York--significantly longer than she had. “Have you--” and she put a pause on her question, at the moment fixed on his movements and the critical expression that had shifted from the pointed weapon to, well, her.
With furrowed brows, Kate took a step closer with a hand behind her back and leaned her body forward enough to examine it, pulling her shades down a little to scan over the rims. When she straightened up, she glanced at him, the arrow, and then at him again with a small shrug. “I'm guessing it's an arrow, sir,” the young Hawkeye quipped, the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk.