"I will." Gaping down at the gear, Kate gave a fervent nod. "I swear." Part of her couldn't believe she was even holding this right now, let alone the fact that it was, by the sound and look of it, officially hers. By the time she thought to look up and thank him, Clint had already turned his back on her and tossed another question over his shoulder.
Holding her new quiver close, Kate bit down on her lip and went back to admiring. Hell, Clint just called her 'squirt' and she didn't even bother to correct him; that was saying something. "A grey leather one," Kate called out. "It has a good amount of resistance." She chuckled. "And a nice little pocket to put things in. I have a leg holster too for my staves."
With a pause, the girl arched a brow and peered around one of the shelves for when Clint came back because they seemed to be riding the same mind wave now. "In what universe do you wear a size 4?" Looking down at her waist, Kate bantered, chuckling. "It's sure as hell not this one." Or the other one for that matter.