[Ah. Now there's the question, isn't it? Clint lets out a small snort. When in doubt, deflect by being as self-depreciating as possible.]

Oh, you know. Broke my hearing aids while turning into a big, stupid dog monster. Fell down a flight of stairs. Didn't sleep for a few days due to the unspeakable pain. Started thinking about the fact that I might be effectively stranded here with no way to actually communicate with anyone else on my team, plus the fact that they probably don't even miss me.

[He speaks in a light-hearted tone in an attempt to distract from the severity of his thoughts. If you treat yourself as a joke, nobody will be bothered to think of your problems in a serious manner. God forbid someone pity him and try to help. He shrugs again, rubbing his forearm.]

Overall, not the worst that I've been.

[It's difficult to tell if he's just saying that to be funny or if he's genuinely telling the truth. Hard to compare scenarios when you're deep in your despair.]

But enough about me. I'm sure whatever you've got going on is more exciting.