"Yeah," Mindy said. "In the end, despite everything, this is what I wanted. A start of it, anyway. At the very least, one less thing I got distracting me. Well, at least me being in it anyway. Now I'm just going to be worried about you and the rest of my friends in that thing, getting killed and meeting some messy ends. Usually this would be my sague to tell you to fucking fight, but its going to fall on deaf ears. So I'm just going to have to be content worrying about you every single time."

When it came down to it though, its not like she thought he would change that part of himself. He wasn't a killer, he was Hawkeye, joker and worrier, and even now, in all this craziness and his drinking, he was still funny. It was how she wanted him.

She chuckled. "I was never known for actually helping people, so what the hell. If you can get an Aid station I would totally help you out with that."