"Clint?" came a voice that seemed to emanate from the air around them. "Can you hea-" the voice seemed to stop as suddenly as it began, the girl's image wavering slightly as Clint felt himself beginning to black out, but tried to keep his composure.<br/><br/>"Not now," he thought to himself, hoping she couldn't sense his panic. "I don't know what'll happen to her if I fit like this." The image of the girl turned slightly, but there wasn't a clear image where her face should have been.