Hawkeye chokes. The touch is welcome, almost distracting, but she still can't help the coughs that rack her frame. She tries breathing through her nose, and feels nausea kick her in the throat. She must breathe through her mouth instead, coming in great pants.

Stay still, she tells herself, trying to focus on the timbre of his voice rather than the mind-numbing ache. She almost wants to tell him to cut the burns off--anything would be better than that constant burning.

Hawkeye calls upon her sniper training to calm herself, and to still her mind. It takes longer than she'd like, but it works. She opens her eyes, seeking Roy out.

"Thank you," she croaks, offering him a smile.