It's not hard to recognize that they're not talking about the state of his clothing anymore, and he sobers a little, breathing out a sigh along with her.

"It's been rough," he says, eyes drifting back down to her fingers at his shirt, his attentions as fixed on them as they had been on the floor earlier. "I got pretty good at begging for charity and day labor before I started with the whole street doctor thing. And I like to think I could almost keep up with Miss Romanoff when it comes to sneaking around."