"Oh? Really? Well, I guess a good cuppa can help in almost any situation, yeah? Can't blame you! Though I like mine a bit stronger- never enough tea here, either." Not that it was Clint's fault. The Doctor had a tendency to drink him out of house and home in that regard, always moving, always coming and going. He really did a great job of keeping up with her. Poor man.
"Wait- have you found a house yet?? That's usually the first thing people do around here- where are you stayin'? Near the pond? Ooo, are you near the doors??" There was that eagerness again, and that smile. She looked down at her notes, shuffling through them and regathering a few as she talked.
"M'glad to meet you, anyway- it's a bit ominous around here if you're new- well, is ominous the right word? D'ya think? Maybe not ominous? Intimidating?"