You should be used to it by now, Barton. Besides, I didn't bring enough changes of clothes with me for you to bleed all over me this time. Or vice versa.

[There's a hint of strain in her voice from the effort, but she finds a steady pace, pulling herself upwards with determined precision. She catches a glimpse of motion from the corner of her eye but the cultists winging its way towards the ground has another target in sight and doesn't take note of them.]