Sharon laughed at the first question and shrugged at the second. If there was anyone she was avoiding here in Cardiff, Barnes didn't make that list. She wouldn't say she knew him well, but she'd spent enough time with him and Sam in Madripoor to be able to honestly say she liked them. Sure, she hadn't been entirely honest in their interactions, but there was a level of respect and she could easily say this man was one whose company she didn't mind. She also couldn't much of a grudge toward a man who'd barely known her, even if it had been his ass she'd been helping Steve Rogers save, for not coming after her or checking up to make sure she was doing alright after all of it. Not that Sharon Carter needed to be rescued. She had to admit, the gesture would have felt nice.
"Well, I don't see any flamingos handy, so you might be safe," she quipped back at him. Her eyes were on him now and not the book she'd been casually flipping through when he caught up with her.