Okay, so Storm (?) knew him. He put the arrow back in his quiver. Clint had sort of a problem putting the bow itself away, but he did at least lower it. He wrinkled up his nose and gave the room a quick once-over. Not a room, he realized. Like some kind of meeting-type place. He quirked an eyebrow upward, as though some part of this world might just start to make sense if he did that.
"Uh," he said. Clint reached up and scratched at the back of his head. Griffon Wing Keep. Nah, totally normal.
He looked from side to side. "So the, uh, the weird feel I've got right now, that part of the whole Keep thing? Is Deadpool gonna come out in a period dress and start singing 'Slaughter Your World'?" He didn't know a thing about the song but somebody had used it in a joke before, and Clint thought it was appropriate enough for Wade Wilson.