"Yeah" Clint stopped at a knee taking a moment to scratch the dog behind his ears. He hadn't meant to Kate to have to track him down, but it probably was a likely consequence. Clint finished standing up and rolled out the tension settling into his neck and shoulders.
"It was a late night and a dead guy has my phone." He offered To most people, Clint was the king of non-sequiturs. Giving flippant and often nonsensical replies. But it was more a testament to the chaos of his life and a tendency to not contextualize the stories unless asked.
"I just kinda..." there was a gesture like a shrug to the table strewn with arrow parts.