At that suggestion, Clint cracked a sort of devil-may-care grin. He knew he liked this guy.
"I mean I love exploding glass as much as the next guy. And yeah. But won't that bring em here?" Clint stepped out the door and looked down the street. He didn't want to shoot where they were going. So he guessed that meant they'd find a new way back where they came.
His hand went back to the quiver, selecting another button to replace the head of his new shaft with a sonic head, nocked it and took longer than he needed to aim at a red light a block and a half down the road.
"Get ready to go and..." he waited for Varric to respond before loosing the arrow. It flew and the light wobbled when it was hit, but all three glass domes shattered and probably even the dead noticed the sharp and sonic rupture as the arrow let out a cracking loud noise away from them.