Tasha helps Clint get the plane down, not saying a word. Once they're landed he look right at her, something in his eyes more concerned that usual. They don't have they kind of friendship, usually. They joke, they tease, they're not serious unless... "You sure you don't want to sit this one out?" Clint asks her pointedly, nodding to her hands that are shaking as she touches the controls.

"I'm FINE."Tasha tears the radio from her head and stands in a huff, storming her way to the back of the plane to she can get the hell off of it. She just wants to do her job and go home. but she can't do it by herself. "Are you guys coming, or what!?"