I like to think of them as OUR arrows

Kate was speechless, watching the scene and the tenderness in which this guy dealed with that poor, old terrified granpa. It was a bit mindblowing to think that this was the same guy who moments before had been slapping around bad guys as if they were nothing but flies...

"Oh, sure! Yeah, sure thing."

The request had shook Kate, who finally adjusted her bow back onto her quiver and moved, doing her best to avoid stepping on anyone's limbs, as she made her way to what remained of the kitchen.

Edgar slowly lowered himself onto the stool, still looking anxiously at their surroundings. He shook his head, taking his time to think before answering Bucky's question. "They said - They said they were looking for something but I swear - I swear I don't know what..." Distracted, he raised a shaking hand and pointed at a silver frame on the floor, its glass shattered. "My Susan. They -- Oh, they broke it."

Kate's heart broke a bit for Edgar, hearing the distress in his voice. She rushed, going through the few cupboards still up until she found one with glasses and quickly moving to fill it with tap water. She rushed back to both men, crouching before the old man and offering a hopeful smile and the glass for him to take.

"Don't worry, sir. We'll help you. Your things will be alright and you'll be safe now. You're safe, I promise."