She was going to hit him when he shoved her, there was confident and then there was being a dick, Barton. Instead, she ran her hand up his neck to cup his head, tugging at his blond hair to complete the illusion. "If they're here, there will be more towards the exit and then at least one car in the parking lot for us, with heavy guns," she agreed and moved her head as if nuzzling his neck talking into the skin there to muffle their conversation. "Did you tell anyone about your plans for the day? I'm not carrying, left my gun at the flat."