( Voice Response...sorta )
( Clint keeps his tone soft, sounding strangely sweet as he talks to the little girl )
Hey there. Now, I don't think your mama's here right now...this place kind of sucks like that...but how about you come on down and we'll get you something to eat. I'll keep an eye on you until your mama gets here, and then she can take over. Okay? How's that sound?
We have... ( a pause as he looks around ) ...poptarts. ( mumbled ) Of course we do, because someone got it into their head that that crap was some kind of Midgardian delicacy or something ( normal volume ) They're pretty good. Want one?