[It's kind of cute that Clint can be so cavalier about head trauma and-- well, whatever the hell he's hiding behind that arm. Janet lets him babble, rolling up her sleeves as she approaches him. Because, you know, rolling up her sleeves is really going to keep the blood off the vintage Chanel.] Oh, I'm sure you are. For my sanity's sake, do you mind taking a seat so I can get a better look at you?
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