Look, I know, I'm sorry, it's not you, it's this magic bullsh-

[And that's as far as Hank gets into apologizing for acting like she's too gross to yank him to safety when she fucking slams him into it. He cuts off with a surprised noise, rolling to a stop and pushing himself up onto his elbows to peer around the tree. The world's stupidest skeleton army is charging past right at this very moment and he starts laughing, looking away from them back toward her.]

Shit, it's been a long time since someone fucking tackled me to safety. Your 'help' is really fuckin violent, you know that?

[It doesn't sound like an accusation, the way Hank says that. It kind of sounds like a compliment. No broken bones, and they're not getting trampled either, so. Fuck it, that's a result.]