Clover was used to being the official person, or at least the one that was enforcing laws, but he was on break from that role now that he was here. James wasn't around to give orders and he really only listened to the people at the Bureau when it was necessary. Even then, he was trying to do his own thing and figure out who he was away from the Atleasian military and the Ace-Ops.
He offered an easy smile, something that was natural to him. "Nice to meet you, Miguel." As for his question. "No. Not here. Technically not home either, but I've been in similar situations." His smile grew. "And if anything gets dicey, I have Kingfisher. Should at least get us out of the way." He debated whether or not to make a luck joke, but decided it might be easier to just explain. "As it is, I'm a big luckier than most. It's my...ability if you will. Luck. Good fortune. Then again, it's a toss up as to whether we're getting the fortune or they're getting to fortune, but that's where my training comes in." He glanced up at the cliff. "We could probably move a bit down and avoid too much concern."