[Voice] Reboot the mission?

[arrowminded]

What the--

[There's a series of muffled clicks and thumps as he fiddles with the phone settings for a bit, and then his voice comes through clearer, more decisive.]

This is Hawkeye requesting a situation update on what the hell just happened to my team. And, uh. The entire operation, while we're at it.

Can anybody read me?

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[golden_retriever]

Was.... sometime ago. Somethin' else now.

Not that it matters when we're all here.

You got a name?

[arrowminded]

[He hesitates, but Spencer makes a good point. Wherever they are, a lot of the old rules don't apply anymore.]

Clint Barton.

What's your deal here, then?

[golden_retriever]

Officially? An outsider tryin' to fit in.

[ Eliot's chuckle indicated that he might have more unofficial interests. ]

That's also been about all I can manage too. People here aren't too fond of us who come from the ship.

[arrowminded]

I guess you can't really blame them. Technically we're the aliens.

How 'not too fond' are they? Openly hostile or just sort of rude?

[golden_retriever]

Depends on the group. Those in the dome in the far distance are openly hostile to everyone.

Barrin' something happens, the ones out here'll just be rude.

[arrowminded]

Fair enough. Rude's still better than dinosaurs.

I might have to check out this dome for myself. See what's so great about it that's worth protecting.

[golden_retriever]

Don't suggest it.

By the way, those guys are monitorin' these communications.

[ Just in case Barton wanted to spill his plans of invasion here. ]

[arrowminded]

Wasn't planning on getting all that close.

[golden_retriever]

I'm afraid there's not much to see otherwise.

[arrowminded]

Maybe. Hope you don't mind if I don't take your word for it.

[golden_retriever]

Understandable.

Well, Barton, nice havin' this chat with you but I hafta go. I'll see you around.

[arrowminded]

Mm. I'm sure you will.