Clark heard the voice, the breathing of someone who had spent time running.. didn't sound like anyone else he knew here, and he thought that only one person would have been looking for him at this time, so he turned around and smiled as he looked at Harry. "It was alright, I guess. A bit slow. Someone couldn't find their card in a room, so I found it for them. Other than that, not much going on. But I always keep an eye and ear on things in case something comes up. It usually does here, sometimes. It also usually rights itself somehow in the end, but I like to help out anyway."
He paused, glancing down the ledge behind him, toward the cabins. Then he looked back to Harry and took a step toward him. He was curious to what kind of fighting stories they'd share. Or if it'd be anything about their home life when not saving anyone. "So.. what about your day, how have you been doing? Settling in alright?"