He was as much a danger as anything or anyone else around, he understood. He was just the only one in sight, and maybe the one that was playing on Rebecca's nerves. He wished there was a way to signal he was harmless in some unmistakable manner, then wonders just how stupid he could be to think up something like that when it seemed it was everyone's duty to knife him. His ears were open, hearing the sounds of the jungle. He wouldn't bother with straining his eyes because he knew he wouldn't catch anything out of the ordinary. The adrenaline hadn't worn off but it had subsided significantly.

The nod brought it back.

Rebecca sprinted and Hawkeye followed. She kept to the treeline, he made a straight dash. He figured out how to signal he was willing to help. If someone had hidden and no-one had caught it, then he'd just go down. But he was at the behemoth building's front sooner than he imagined, if he had imagined anything at all. He didn't register what there was or wasn't. He just searched, because they had made the dash acting on hope.