[He won't insult her intelligence by suggesting breaking up furniture for firewood and rubbing two bits of it together, she's smart, she knows this stuff. There must be a reason why that isn't working, so he just thinks for a second.]
How fast can you get to the aquarium? There's hot water there.
[She's got it covered, she won't let Barton give up or lose his fingers.]
Fine.
[There's a long pause, but he's not about to admit to his own frostbite woes and he's done what he came here to do. But he doesn't just hang up. This time.]
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Clint needs his fingers warmed now. Frostbite. Build a fire, get it sorted.
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How fast can you get to the aquarium? There's hot water there.
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Fine.
[There's a long pause, but he's not about to admit to his own frostbite woes and he's done what he came here to do. But he doesn't just hang up. This time.]
Good luck. Bye.
[And now he's gone.]