"Yeah," Clint agrees. He's concerned, but he's also angry -- at the situation, at civilians as a group, more than her as an individual. It makes his voice more even than it would be, otherwise. He bends just enough to get his hand under her elbow, and helps her up. He keeps it there for balance support.

"If there'd been a threat, though, you would've cut our survival chances in half. If we got lucky. This is my job, Oswin."