She barely splashes enough cream in the first mug to make it palatable before downing it as quickly as humanly possible. Once she's had a chance to pour a second mug, he's welcome to steal the rest of the pot.

"You can hide behind me, Hawkeye," she says dryly. "I'm pretty durable... and I'd hate to see your face take any more of a beating than it already has." They really could use a little more muscle, though. The team they have now... It'd make a great strike team, but sometimes you just need a heavy hitter or three.