[ while he doesn't flinch, barton is surprised at the gesture - enough that he quiets, any glower momentarily vanishes from his expression. and he peers at her, watching as she pops open the glove compartment. ... well, whatever. his eyebrows arch at her last statement. he chuckles. ]

[ twisting the keys into the ignition, the car rumbles to a start. ... yeah, that first-aid better not be for him, anyway. ]

Heh, gotta just plan better! Sneak attacks are the way to go. [ ... when it's... actually a sneak attack... ] Ah, it's good it wasn't necessary, they're so uncoordinated.

[ anyway... it's time to be off. ]