"That's certainly one word for it." She's thinking of things far more colourful, even if they never pass her lips. It's hard not to keep thinking about how impossible this all is, and yet Hawkeye isn't joking and there's too much proof of other things for her to keep doubting each new thing.

Sailors infested with bugs. Living constellations. A dragon. Why not. Why should any of this get any less insane.

"Alright," she says after a moment, resting hands on the bar. "Alright. You're a fine doctor, Pier— Hawkeye. I'd sooner trust your work than anyone in town I've yet to meet. So, if that was a serious offer, I'll accept."

They do make a good team, in the operating room and out doing field medicine. It makes sense.