"I'm a very calm person," Clint protested. He wasn't going to add that having a dimension-jumping god fiddling around with your brain probably left its own marks that made experiencing travel of that kind somewhat less significant; but he'd rather just blame it on hanging around Selvig, who liked to talk about Thor. "I'm always nonchalant." The same could be said for her, of course.

He picked up his plate, shifting it and setting it down in front of her in case she wanted what was left. He wasn't hungry, but had dutifully eaten half of the sandwich. Lack of appetite was usually a warning, but he didn't care. "It has pickles," he warned, dog-earing his page.