"Twelve?" He asked in a tone of voice that said Clint was both shocked and annoyed. How was she getting by with just twelve? She must only take down one group at a time. Or else she had a car nearby to re stock herself with. Well, Never mind it. This was something that needed fixing now. He turned and walked down one of the rows disappearing into the back.
Almost humorously his head was still shaking when he came back. He walked directly by her and plopped a new quiver inter her hands. "Try thirty six. Take of that. I made it after we took down Ultron the first time. Used some of his left over bits into some armor for the outer shell. Has some nice little hidden pockets and sleeves."
Now what else, uh.. "What kind of belt do you use on your costume, squirt?" He asked while moving into the back again. This was going to be a more difficult find. Did he have a spare belt that would fit her?