[Aw dang, she can't help it. She smirks. Stupid Clint. Stupid... totally missing him. Stupid-- ... fuck. Worse news can wait. Not only does she have to break down all the bad news, she's obviously got to re-introduce herself.]

Yeah, yeah. I know. Bow and arrows. Deadly government assassin. Expert marksman, blah blah. I got it. I'm gonna be unarmed and I'll see you in a few minutes.

[She doesn't bother covering the communicator as she makes her way out of the house and towards the center of town. He can see her coming, it's fine, it's just Clint. She's a little distracted with the heaviness settling in the pit of her stomach. Half of it is the fact that he has no idea who she is, and the other half is dreading the inevitable Phil conversation. When she gets there, she stops about ten feet away from him and crosses her arms over her chest.]

... Hey.