She's watching Clint from the doorway her eyes following his hands. She wants to com closer but doesn't, forcing herself to watch from afar.

In her mind she can ear the sound of bodies falling every time he hits those targets, hears the rhythmic thud of hem dropping one by one.

But that's just her mind, not what's actually happening and for the most part she's quite aware of that.

Still, she doesn't get too close. Doesn't want to get blood on her.