"Alright. Thanks." She curls up against the side of the tree and suddenly takes up a lot less space, though her ankle is held out at a slight odd angle, to keep it somewhat elevated. She's so exhausted that she's already fading fast.

"I really..." - a long yawn - "... appreciate it..."

Within seconds she's out like a light, and thankfully, not snoring. Most of her doesn't expect Hawkeye to be there when she wakes up, and she wouldn't blame him if he wasn't.

But she can still hope.