Hetty's office.
'Well, hope you enjoy spending the day upstairs until that leg heals!' Hetty said with a smile.
'I'm still not speaking to you!' Granger grumbled.
'Hey, if you trip while trying to dodge my paintballs and you just happen to sprain your ankle, you only have yourself to blame, bub!'
Granger hobbled off in frustration.
'Well, guess he's definitely still sore!' Callen remarked.
'Hey, it's not my fault I'm so good at paintball and he was clumsy in dodging that well aimed paintball to his neck!' Hetty chortled.
Later that day.
Granger was still sulking in his office when Hetty came to say good night.
'How's the leg healing?' She asked.
'Like you would care.' He grumbled.
'Look, are you mad at me or yourself? Because I don't see how I made you trip!'
'You want to know who I'm mad at? Yes, it's myself! I'm mad that my ankle hurts because I tripped trying to dodge a little old lady's well aimed paintball to my ass!'
Silence.
'Do you always have to be so dramatic when you're injured?' Hetty asked.
(eyeroll)