She hesitated and looked back at Clint, as if he could wake up now and distract her from leaving. Going out there sounded like a terrible idea, all the people glaring or making their opinions known about the fight. People freaked her out, she still wasn't completely sure that anyone within arm's distances wasn't a Skrull about to knife her.
She stood up from her chair and walked over to the door. "I have a dark hooded sweat shirt, that'll do. I'll go get it. And some shoes." He was on the phone when she came back, hunched in her sweat shirt but a set expression on her face. She nodded that she was ready and hoped she was.