He knew that in-suck of breath meant something had happened, and he suspected injury but couldn't be sure thanks to just how quickly it had happened and how quickly she reacted, pulling him out of the way.

He just nodded once, thumping the car door and relaying this information to their driver by way of a string of hand signals in the side view mirror. They were out of the line of fire for now, but even Clint knew that wouldn't last, and he couldn't risk going back around to the trunk to get his bag. He could, however, get the back passenger door open, not at all surprised when the window took a bullet, high, just under the frame, "They can't see us, just the movement. We're still out of sight here."