Hawkeye wasn't the only one moved and disturbed by Mindy's matter-of-fact response. 'I can always cry in my bed later, when I'm pretty sure no one's watching.' He was not as good at hiding his expression so for a moment he looked like he'd taken a physical punch to the gut.

Then Hawkeye reminded him of the crowds and the ve-hic-uls (strange name) and the alien world around him, and with another nervous look around, he crowded in close to the other man as if he thought he could somehow protect him from it all.

Like a child, he even reached out and snagged his fingers on the cloth of Hawkeye's shirt, at the elbow, as if afraid he'd get separated and lost again if he didn't hold on.

"Is it safer there?" he asked nervously. "I didn't stay long enough to look around and it still looked...strange. It's just out here is maybe worse. Too many people - there's -"

He looked out at the people milling down the streets.

"They don't realize they're too many. People aren't meant to be - to be all holed up in one place like this. There's no room to be."