She heard the knock, depsite being upsatis and setting the drink on the kitchen counter and headed down stairs. Moving through the shop on silent feet, she checked the peep hole and managed a soft smile.

Clint. Alive and well.

Ana unlocked the door and swung it open, hiding her half dressed state behind it.

"Hey, everything go okay?" It was the only thing she asked on evenings like this. Nosey as she was, she didn't pry about his work.