Deciding whether or not to make the most out of it wasn't much of a thing Clint thought on anymore: he'd been here long enough where this sort of just felt like the norm. Maybe that was an Avengers thing -- just being able to roll with the punches as they came.
"A double?" Clint asked, bemused even as he reached up for a new mug in order to pour his new drinking pal a cup of java, too. It was never bad to have a bit of company at any time of day. Especially company that was sorta pals with his pal. "That's starting out pretty strong, isn't it?"
As if Clint hadn't been planning on just using the pot to drink out of if no one else had shown up with a mighty need.
He pushed the mug over toward her. "How's it going?"