Matt's clearly been to the healers himself, his left arm splinted and immobilized in a sling, and the careful way he holds himself as he moves is plenty of evidence that his ribs aren't unaffected either. He hasn't accepted any pain meds besides the weakest stuff they have, just enough to take the edge off without using up more precious heavy-duty drugs for the seriously injured.

It's not distracting enough to his senses that he can't recognize Natasha, though, her heart rate still elevated as she gazes out past the line of torches, silent radio in hand.

"Keeping watch?"