"I'll bet." Clint wasn't sure what would spark that change, but he certainly hoped he wouldn't be the one to make him completely angry. He had seen everything clearly and heard about the damages to the ship.
The archery area once again caught his eye at Bruce's motion, grinning crookedly. "It's no bother. I don't suppose you use this area much." He shrugged, going to look for supplies. "I actually prefer a distraction. It simulates real life context of how I work anyway." Finding a few bows and arrows, he grimaced until there was one that felt proper to him. He would bring his own down later, but he adapted when necessary. Pausing with a bow in hand, he turned to look at Bruce again. "Unless you think it would be troublesome to be around training. I can get aggressive, I just won't lash out at you...and you have to trust I won't hit you."