Hearing Banner pipe up at him like that immediately drew a wide smirk across Clint's face. He could still recall the days when the good doctor was still a stringy little man. Afraid of his own shadow. Now he was grown up and ready to lead. Good. They would need that. "Sure, Doc. No offense meant. I wouldn't want to get you angry or anything." He teased as he glanced back at Jan. "I'm not sure how much clearly I can be? Don't ever second guess. You know? Go with your gut."
He frowned then and walked back over to table of food. "Sure. Be the Boss. You're going to need to sometimes talk like Banner over there if you want to keep them in line. Anyway, I'm going to get another plate over here and be on my way. I think everyone here knows where I live if they need something."