So now he's a human shield and for some reason it makes him feel more comfortable. Hawkeye lets his shoulders stoop and he hold himself much more loosely- may not be what Guy had wanted if he had clung on to him like a tick, but maybe if he portrayed himself as more confident, more sure of himself and the surroundings...
"'Bugged'," he's quick to explain, "means that there might be ways for people to know what you do or say, even if you think no one can." And gee. That was a harrowing thought, but he's not sure he's surprised by it either. Look at the technology-- it'd make his head spin if he thought of the possibilities. You know, as if he wasn't living them. "It's called that because bugs are small and crawl into corners you'd never expect-- but you know about Bugs already." And he's starting to hate the technical talk spewing from the girl's mouth. But what can he do here?
He'll scoff, of course. "Probably? I can't take ten steps without seeing something that reminds me of-" and maybe that was telling, so he cuts himself off but hopes it comes off as part of the rant that didn't get off the ground. "This place is ridiculous. And I know ridiculous." He even wags his finger like a crotchety old man to emphasize. Then he clicks his heels together. Bends the elbow that Guy had gotten a hold of so it looks like he's about to escort the guy to his date-- or rather, like he was Guy's date. "Shall we, as they say, 'move out'?" Because chatting with a throat-slitter and the slit-ee in front of dry bushes, in front of a building shaped like a mushroom, was weird. It was weird. Going indoors, he thinks, would make it all a touch less insane.
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"'Bugged'," he's quick to explain, "means that there might be ways for people to know what you do or say, even if you think no one can." And gee. That was a harrowing thought, but he's not sure he's surprised by it either. Look at the technology-- it'd make his head spin if he thought of the possibilities. You know, as if he wasn't living them. "It's called that because bugs are small and crawl into corners you'd never expect-- but you know about Bugs already." And he's starting to hate the technical talk spewing from the girl's mouth. But what can he do here?
He'll scoff, of course. "Probably? I can't take ten steps without seeing something that reminds me of-" and maybe that was telling, so he cuts himself off but hopes it comes off as part of the rant that didn't get off the ground. "This place is ridiculous. And I know ridiculous." He even wags his finger like a crotchety old man to emphasize. Then he clicks his heels together. Bends the elbow that Guy had gotten a hold of so it looks like he's about to escort the guy to his date-- or rather, like he was Guy's date. "Shall we, as they say, 'move out'?" Because chatting with a throat-slitter and the slit-ee in front of dry bushes, in front of a building shaped like a mushroom, was weird. It was weird. Going indoors, he thinks, would make it all a touch less insane.