Kate shrugged her shoulders, yes really, and twisted her mouth to the side, fingers drumming against the water bottle. She felt older sometimes, mostly when she thought about everything she'd gone through in such a short span of a few years back in the other universe. Kate opted not to reminisce and raised her brows at Tony's attempted recovery, holding back her amusement and offering him an appreciative look for not taking it there. Road trips were pretty much made for awkward times, they didn't need to add a precursor to that inevitability, especially not this soon.
She had to chuckle though. Happy to see her? Sure. But Kate had a feeling Clint might be more ecstatic that her bow was still in tact. Which reminded her: she'd have to ask Tony about letting her spend some time in Hawkeye's little equipment corner for a some bow maintenance. Anyway, stop thinking, no ruining, they'd have nothing to worry about, got it. Except for the worrying part. "Let's not count our chickens until they've hatched," she murmured, smiling as if trying to assure Tony that she didn't not believe him. It was just that nothing was ever certain under the best circumstances, least of all an apocalypse. Kate shrugged again, and sighed.
"Listen," she segued, to keep the mood from dropping and because that was a lame idiom anyway, "If you need help with anything..."