Apparently the stranger was trying to correct something else other than his dress ware. Clint still didn't know exactly what it was, but he knew enough to not press the subject. This girl was way too interesting and Clint didn't want to be the cause of her flying away just yet. She made him smile when she spun around to show off the suit. And he did have to admit, it really looked good on her. Especially on those hips. "I do." Now just what was it's purpose here? He certainly didn't think the recently departed had that many interested parties. Was she a friend or foe to Morse? Only one way to find out.. "So did you know her?" Clint asked as he inclined his head towards the newest resident of the graveyard.
Sadly, there wasn't time for further conversation. Someone was already butting in. Clint glanced past the mystery lady and on towards the source of the authoritative voice addressing them. Aaah, it was some shield red head. She was armed with a gun and had it pointing right at the blonde. His eyes turned back Black Widow's accusation on her. Why the hell was she jumping so quick to the gun here. They didn't even know who this person was? "I don't remember calling for any backup." He answered back. "Why don't you just drop the piece?" He added with an annoyed edge to his voice.