kate & beau.
Beau. That was a great name. Kate smiled, trying to think of something to say that would be cool and not too eager and make her seem like someone who had her shit together instead of a Hawkeye. Yes, being a disaster was kind of their brand, but she could try, for once, to have her shit together. She could do this. She could totally do this. It would be fine.
"Oh cool. I'm great with bows!" The words came out before she could stop them, and Kate felt an instant and overwhelming regret. Oh god, why did she ever think she could interact with other people? This was terrible. She should leave immediately and never talk to another person for as long as she lived. Fuck.
"I mean...I'm an archer," she amended, covering her face with her hands. "And that sounded way better in my head. And I should probably just...go? Right? Before I make an even bigger idiot out of myself?"