"You're a bad liar. I thought agents had to be good liars." Rosalie fends of Josephine's book-related enthusiasm, looks from her mother to Sarah, and pushes herself off of the couch.

There's hesitation, though it's only brief, as she pours a cup of tea and brings it over, standing next to Steve. He knows what she's thinking - it's what he'd do, in this situation. Challenge himself with his own fear. He clasps his hands behind his back and waits for her to work herself up to it.

So here, Clint. Have a cup of tea shoved at you. "You should drink something besides just alcohol. It's bad for you."