appears in the doorway, still in tactical gear, hair mussed Buck told me you were feeling rough. You need anything? Water? Food?

emerges from the kitchen, already changed into sweats, a glass of water in each hand She needs to sit down and stop pretending she's fine.

from across the room, kicked back on the sectional Leave her alone, Barnes. She's tougher than you give her credit for.

I know exactly how tough she is. That's why I'm making her rest.

booming from the kitchen doorway, where he's raiding the fridge The mortal requires sustenance! I shall prepare a feast!

without looking up from his tablet Please don't. Last time you "feasted" us, FRIDAY had to recalibrate the smoke detectors.

curled up in an armchair, watching you with soft, knowing eyes You look pale, dorogoy. Are you sure you're alright?