A lady's voice! Oh, he knows he shouldn't feel the relief, not so immediately, but he can't help it. The grin's plastered on him again and this time Hawkeye had the sense to turn to where he heard the voice come from, though it's a slow and deliberate turn and he holds his hands up, palm forward. A surrender, sure, but it's a girl who's been tailing him. Aw, gee. A girl. A girl wouldn't hurt him. That's faulty thinking.

Harley drops down from the branches, Hawkeye dips his head ever so slightly but he's trying to see if he can find any gun on her or a throwing knife or somesuch. He's actually really bad at it and doesn't even know why he tried. "I was letting you take the lead," he offers, his tone obviously cautious and too sweet. Ah ha. He can play friendly too, see. "But if the lady gets frightened on her own, we can do the duet again." There's a game he's just stepped foot into, he thinks. He hopes he can dance around long enough to get a straight answer to a question he hasn't asked.