Hawkeye didn't wait for her to even finish her first sentence before he was snickering, and that was hard to do when he was gasping for breath, so for a moment it even sounded like he was gagging and see what he meant by thinking he'd be no use to keep around? Jesus, next time give him a medal for running so damn fast, at least, or a pat on the back and a thumbs up. He snorts and finally gets his breath and stands up like a respectable human being instead of like a sad sack of one. It was odd to him, how one moment it would hit how dire the situation was and the next he was giggling like mad.

There were children. He waved his hand again.

He made a split second decision and decided against telling her about his claustrophobia. No caves for him, no, no. He actually might rather die.

"No, you- you watch over your kids." And he's back to being grave, just like that. Because he was talking about lives he maybe didn't know but that maybe were in just as much danger as they were. And Holiday was alright, minus the first impression. No-nonsense and he could respect that, at the moment. "You watch over the kids and-" and wait. His brows furrow. One quick question, teacher, one quick question before you go, he wants to say. He glanced back at the Cornucopia. Oh, so now he had a name for it. "Why were you expecting to find food there?"