Clint started just a little, surprised anyone else was around. He'd been on the watch for animals while he was out there, but someone actually speaking surprised him. He sat up and looked around, noticing Kat.
"It's one of my specialties." He commented, looking at the injury in his hand. He poked a bit around the edges of the arrow, moved his fingers some, and, after deciding it was gracefully only embedded in the soft fleshy bit of his palm, he grabbed it with his other hand and pulled. Once the arrow was out, blood started to flow so he dropped the offending weapon to his lap and pressed at the wound.
"There's some bandages in the pocket of my quiver, mind digging them out?" He asked, nodding toward bag sitting next to him on the ground.