The noise gets Finn's attention, thankfully, and wide brown eyes swivel over to the stranger. Help. Good. He doesn't even know what he's doing.

"Please." He's breathless, shaking slightly as he tries to calm himself down. Clint may not see any outward injuries, but they're there, hiding beneath the brown coat. At least he hasn't obtained any new ones, but he can't be too grateful when he's mid-panic attack and his back is on fire.