[It's obvious to her that he's trying to process, and she waits quietly.

At his question, she pauses, and it's clear she's racking her brain, grasping at the memory.]

No, it was flesh when you defeated Father.

[Hawkeye shakes her head slowly, and looks momentarily sheepish.] I apologize, my memory of the details fuzzier than I'd like.

[She closes her eyes, imagining the scene in her mind's eye.]

I don't know much about alchemy, but whatever it was you were doing, it was clear you had a plan for getting your brother's body back.