"No." She answers too fast, but it's already out of her mouth. "We're not." There had been hope, for a time. But it's clear that the choice he made didn't include her. "He's part of the team. Obviously we want him to come back, and you and I are typically the ones sent out to do that kind of looking."

Don't touch that subject, Clint. Not while she's sober. Her thin lipped expression says all it needs to say. It didn't work out if there was more to tell.

"You as good at the grill here as back home? I have to admit I'm kind of curious."