[There's something in the girl's face that she recognizes. Understands. She hadn't expected that. But suddenly Clint's fondness for the girl takes on a different light and she studies her intently a moment. When she speaks, her voice is easy, holding none of her own thoughts over what she's observed.]

If you ever want any company on these wanders of yours, I'd be interested in tagging along. Although I should apologize, I'm not an archer. Not like Clint was.