"No, of course not, he ran." Run you clever boy. "He got away. He's safe now." The accent is still hers, but the phrasing (and the calmness of it) belongs to a different girl, or rather, the other girl, the impossible one.

"Though." Her grip tightens, and she gives Clint a bit of a broken smile. "I should get points for thinking up someone who wouldn't leave me here." She gives the door a worried glance - there's no defenses there, that's not good.

"You aren't, are you? Going to leave? It's just that, he already did, and... well. If I have to die, I'd rather die as me. And I don't know if I can keep them out anymore."