One of the on-site medics, he knew, but couldn't quite keep from a brief glance to the other man's hands and clothing for telltale signs of weaponry. The friendly tone didn't do much to allay his suspicions, had heard Natasha use it on one too many unsuspecting targets.

He tugged a little harder on the string of his bow and shrugged as nothing pulled too uncomfortably.

"Just scratches; nothing to waste your time with."