"Oh yeah. Hunter," she replied, face neutral while teasing him. "Ex-reconnaissance agent, good with a rifle. He's British, but not James Bond posh, more rough and ready." She propped her cheek on her hand, watching him before dissolving in laughter. "Oh sweet Jesus, Clint, that face." She flopped on her back and snorted. Wiping her eyes, she sighed. "I've got a mission coming up, for Namora's people. Hope you've brushed up on your Tomb Raider games, we've got crusty old things to dig up."