Right, okay. This guy was an ass who had zero patience for him, which seemed kinda mean, considering Clint hadn't invited him over for a conversation in the first place.
And apparently duderino was now building a wagon for some reason down there, despite the fact that there was literally nowhere to take the thing. So maybe he just had a few screws loose, or lacked common sense. Or any sense? Kids these days, right?
Oh. And he was saying something. Clint squinted, but sort of missed it. "What?" he called back, but didn't bother actually keeping an eye on the guy, because, well, he was probably just going to liken something to shit for the millionth time anyway. "I'm deaf!"