They're not very hidden all told. Well protected is more of the case, with so many fighters holding down the line, careful, careful. Clint had been one of them, but now he's armless and half-dead. It eats at him, carves into his bones, his muscle, fish hooks in the dark of his mind.

Shepard's commentary, though, startles laughter out of Clint. A quick, sharp little thing, here and then gone in a moment.

"What, you don't like my girlish figure?"