"Hey, I like to go with practical." He shrugged, looking well at ease in the situation even if it was a strange one to find themselves in. And he looked her over once again, not in an lecherous manner - she was what? fifteen? not what he needed - but in one that was skeptical. Incredibly skeptical. "What's your excuse?"
He was used to odd-looking outfits from some of the superhero sect but he wasn't at all sure what to make of this one. Was she a cheerleader on her nights off?
"Running surveillance," he answered vaguely. It wasn't untrue. He'd been working on his own case before he spotted her and made this part of his job for the night, as well. "Not all of the bad things come out at night." That was definitely the truth. Just as many terrible things happened in the daylight. It was a sobering thought and also one that kept Clint busy with his job. Not every problem could be taken down with an arrow and a swift kick in the ass to teach a lesson. Some evils ran too deeply and permeated more than just the surface streets of any given city. Pulling himself out of such dreary and boringly philosophical thoughts, Clint yawned largely.
"So what are you chasing after?" He paused. "Illegally chasing after."