The domesticity of the scene is at odds with the tension rolling off of everyone in the room, no matter how well they hide it. Clint wants to laugh at the girls' question, not in a harsh way. No, what he really wants to reply with is "do you have any hard whiskey?" But of course that's not the thing to say to children, and definitely not these children. So instead he just shrugs.
"I'm fine, girls. Thanks." He's not at ease with formality, not even this cookie-cutter, childish brand. And it shows in his face and tone.
When Josephine grabs one of his arrows--he watches Peggy that entire time, knew she wouldn't be content until her child wasn't in his arms, it only made sense--he made sure he knew exactly which one she was grabbing. The map of his quiver is implanted on his brain better than his own name. (Standard, standard, grappling hook, explosive, bolo, etc, etc.) The one she grabbed was the EMP. He knew she couldn't detonate it even if she tried.
Still, that didn't stop him from reaching over and removing the head as it fell to the ground, tucking it into his pocket. There wasn't much to be electrically shorted-out, here, but you never knew when these things could come in handy.
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"I'm fine, girls. Thanks." He's not at ease with formality, not even this cookie-cutter, childish brand. And it shows in his face and tone.
When Josephine grabs one of his arrows--he watches Peggy that entire time, knew she wouldn't be content until her child wasn't in his arms, it only made sense--he made sure he knew exactly which one she was grabbing. The map of his quiver is implanted on his brain better than his own name. (Standard, standard, grappling hook, explosive, bolo, etc, etc.) The one she grabbed was the EMP. He knew she couldn't detonate it even if she tried.
Still, that didn't stop him from reaching over and removing the head as it fell to the ground, tucking it into his pocket. There wasn't much to be electrically shorted-out, here, but you never knew when these things could come in handy.