"Dead, me?" He shakes his head, "I wasn't ever dead, not even once. Not even if I look it in the morning. But someone filed some paperwork wrong, and suddenly my Dad thinks I'm dead, I don't get paid, nothing." The not getting paid was annoying, but his Dad's frantic call was worse. Not being able to get through to him for hours and hours...

And now maybe he thought his son was dead all over again. But this time, Hawkeye couldn't just pick up the phone and make a long-distance call back home.

"Because all the people I care about are still stuck in that war!" He doesn't mean to shout, not at her, not at anyone, but his nerves are frayed and he's frightened, and she's the only one there. "Why would I want to be here, wherever the hell this place is, while my friends are out there?" He gestures, although he has no idea which direction they're in, really. It's something to do, and he feels better for it. Not much, but a little.