Clint, admittedly, wasn't paying the people in the hotel a great deal of mind right now (that's why they called him Hawkeye, for all of the sharp skills he had in looking at no details, apparently). To his credit there were random portals around and Clint had been doing his best to wander around and remember where they all were. You never knew when something weird was going to walk through and you'd need some details about it, right?
So when he spotted the guy wandering around in his jammies it took a double take for Clint to realize that was, in fact, a new resident. And was also, in fact, a man that Clint knew. Or maybe a version of a man Clint knew. That was always the hard part around here, wasn't it?
But also, tough break showing up in pajamas. "Hey," Clint called back, taking in the way that Matt was doing the Bling Guy routine and going with it because --uh. Seemed the least rude thing to do, he supposed? Or maybe he was from a dimension where he was like... normal blind. It'd be awkward if he got weird, right? Right. "Uh. You okay, man?"