"Assassin guacamole, springs on you at the moment's notice! So very deadly with my chips." She patted Clint's cheek as she went past before making a face at her inner voice. Go slither back under a rock, I don't have the time or interest to bicker with you right now. Pretty sure I clearly signed off on the hero-life back there. If you don't shut up, I'll have another reason to throw up and that's just a waste of food. Smiling back at him, she wrapped an arm around his waist to walk. "Are we going by car or Skycycle, Quiver?"