Clint considered the spas, watching the other man in the wide, fractured windows. They'd maybe have some medical supplies and might not be as wide a target. But somehow he didn't them having much food that would hang around months after the fact.
"Clinic's where I'd go, but it's where everyone'd go. Church place might have canned goods." He could suggest splitting up, but that never actually ended well. He looked between the two separated by a strip club parking lot. They'd had time to walk here, this wasn't a one stop shot. He was also going to raid that pizza place. Which meant the spa made the most sense orderwise. Clint gestured towards the spa, "Back entrance is probably easier."
"How's that thing in close quarters?" He nodded to the crossbow.