"Yeaaaah," Clint said, dragging the word out as he took in all the details. Well, there weren't a lot of details to take in. There Matt was, barefooted and previously cozy in a place that wasn't cozy at all. "So, this is gonna sound batshit -- oh, hi, I'm Clint, by the way?" If there was recognition, maybe he could just throw himself into the explanation better. But his Matt was awesome at knowing voices and people without being told who they were so by Clint's brilliant powers of deduction -- well. This wasn't his Matt.
Not his. Like, his worlds. Dumpster buddy. Whatever.
"Anyway. Batshit. So we're currently in a hotel in what's probably an alternate dimension Scotland and there's no real leaving? I mean, there's sort of leaving, right now there's some portals that go to like... basically Jurassic Park and Candyland and some pirate place but that's more like, day trip leaving than real leaving. Anyway, did the phone ring for you yet?"