Varric, smirking in triumph and nodding in agreement, nearly dropped the box at Clint's sudden movement. He instead stashed the half-full box quickly and jumped forward, raising Bianca and then an eyebrow at the whirling coming from the quiver on Clint's back. For a moment the dwarf was struck by the beatuty of the device, recognizing it quickly.
At the arrow was drawn he'd started to protest, then immediately recognized a perfect richochette and saw in the fractured glass the reflection of the results.
Startled but impressed, Varric blinked, then reached up and grabbed Clint's shoulder, yanking him back into the room.
"Not goona act like that wasn't an impressive shot, or that I don't wanna know how you did that, but keep it down, will ya? Shamblers are attracted to noice, not spooked off by it," he hissed, then immediately winced. It was rare that he lost his cool.
Taking a deep breath an shaking his head, he let go and then nodded to the supplies. "Never mind. Still getting over that jump scare. You humans are gross reanimated... no offense. Let's grab what we found and go hit someplace else. Hopefully the noise will bring the other shamblers over this way, so if we're gone it'll be a distraction while we clear someplace else."
He shouldered Bianca and walked over to snatch the box, finding the clear covering had some give but was reasonably strong all the same. He'd have to ask Clint about the material later, preferably back at camp.