He just showed himself as a newborn, he thinks, and as easy as one to cut down. Hawkeye follows her gaze to the pedestals and remembers standing on one, though he had sprinted off in God knows which direction and his mind had been more on the capsule that had brought him up than what he had stood on. He listened and refrained from nodding because his headache was too great without the movement. His legs were jelly and he'd probably fall down and find a place to rest the second she was out of his sight.

He didn't even register the idea of a bloodbath. It seemed straight-forward to him.

"Yeah," he said to signal he had understood. Well, that was it. It was a simple word and strong. It signaled his learning was over, and Hawkeye could swear he felt it. "Alright." But it wasn't, of course. "Listen, Doctor, I- if you want to play doctor before you go-" ha. Hah hah, and Hawkeye snorts. "We'd probably better just go."