Here they come back in a week. A little worse for wear, but they do come back. It isn't worth it.

[She sits back, peels off her gloves and steps away to throw them and the old bandages into the garbage. It gives her time to breathe, time to sort out what she could trust herself to say.]

...A man I was in the middle of killing when I arrived here. A man I have yet to actually kill.

[Barton's an assassin. He won't judge. She hopes.]