Oh right. Reading a screen wasn't gonna work out. Clint felt a little dumb about that one. "I dunno, depends where people come from whether they believe it or not?" Clint said, edging toward the computer to see the information listed there because the least they could do was get Matt to his room where he'd have some changes of clothes. Walking around barefooted in strange places was awkward. "This isn't even the weirdest thing I've gotten mixed up in this year, probably so... yes?"
Well. Maybe it was the weirdest thing he'd seen this year, but definitely not in the last three or so years. Stabby mimes and the russian mob didn't really have anything on Wanda losing her shit on the entire world or skrulls or... all the rest. And the hotel didn't really have anything on those. Except for the stuck here part, that was new.
"Definitely not joking Mr -- Murdock, Room 317." He pressed enter on the computer and it did its' usual fritzing out. "Here's your key. There'll probably be a phone in your room, I can help you set it up so it's, you know. Helpful?"