Kate Bishop | Clint Barton
Kate had snuck into the town center and felt her mouth start to water as she saw the cooking meat. OMG, it felt like FOREVER since she had eaten something! She tried not to think about what kind of animal it was or how sanitary it could be eating it in the wilderness like this...or would it be more healthy because, you know, authentic organic? Either way, she glanced around before snagging a piece for herself.
"Ouchouchouchouch," she bounced it between her hands, blowing on it as well. She was beginning to realize how much she had taken for granted before coming here.
A shadow caused her to look up and squint, as she caught someone running across the roofs. Damn, she knew she should have brought her bow. She shoved the piece of meat in her mouth, regretting it as she felt it burn her tongue. How long was that gonna last?
She crouched behind a tree and watched as the man made his way down from where he had been running. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She wanted to observe him a bit more before making herself known.