Her fingers aimed to keep her lips from opening but she failed. Every question had to come with an answer and really, she couldn't stop it.
"I don't know what happened" That one was easy to answer, if she knew she'd be taking steps to stop it, to reverse whatever was going on.

She however stiffled a laugh between her fingers, a nervous one at that, muffled against her own skin. "I have an overwhelming urge to tell the truth to whatever question you throw at me." She dropped hands, finding it easier to just clench her fists and dropped to lean her head back against the wall, grinding her teeth together, looking up at him half concerned and half annoyed. Annoying, sassy assed snarky Clint would most probably use this to his own advantage, she could see it coming a mile away. Damn him.