[Alex had worked with any number of irritated werewolves over the past few years, so an irritated human wasn't going to put him off too much. Seriously, unless Clint could muzzle out and snap at his fingers, he was going to have to deal with a little babying. He supported Clint during the move to the tree, squatting to get on a more level field with him; no point in trying to make him focus on things he couldn't if it could be avoided.]

Fine, I'll take a few minutes. I don't need some heroic disaster in the making because you suck at listening. [There was a bit of humor in his tone, despite the whole crash landing on a ship he couldn't remember getting on... thing.] I can heal myself, but I can't do shit for other people, so I'd love it if we could lessen the need.

[He exhaled and palmed his hands over his face, shifting his weight from foot to foot, before dropping his hands to look around the crash site. Clint's last bit, however, caught his attention and those golden eyes lifted to the other man's face again.]

Military? [Or maybe he was just a hunter, the hell if Alex knew, but it couldn't hurt to ask.]