"Huh?" What the hell was that sound? Clint blinked at the sudden noise above and turned to look around quickly. It sounded like someone was walking around in the trees. That was different. After half a moment the noise increased and then a person jumped down. Oh, it was a girl. A blonde girl in a costume. With, um, twigs. There were twigs stuck in her hair. Ok, what the hell was going on here? God, if Clint had drawn some super villain to this poor girl's funeral he'd never hear the end of it. Thankfully the masked woman's posture seemed far to overly condescending for the villainous sort. Clint seemed in the clear there. Still, why was this blonde gal yelling at him?
"What?" Clint began at once clearly confused at her sudden accusation. He scratched the top of his head and blinked again with a pause. "Oh. You mean my clothes?" He started again now sudden understanding in his eyes. "I know, I know. I couldn't find suit to rent in time." Clint explained casually as he leaned further against the tombstone. "So, what's with the getup?"