Clint smiled, then stepped back a bit and looked at her. "It's not that bad, is it?" He looked down at himself, frowning a bit. "There was just a little bit of bread and some water to eat while we were in there." He shook his head and stretched a bit.
"I was in the same clothes for two weeks, I have no intention of getting dressed any time soon, just so that you're aware." He chuckled softly. He'd always been like this. Whenever he would go a while without being able to change clothes, the first chance he got he would lock himself away in his quarters and wear as little as possible.
Clint made his way into the kitchen and got a bottle of water, taking a long drink. "I think there are some steaks in the freezer. I managed to grab some stuff with the markets were restocked around Christmas." That was before the Christmas decorations had driven him insane.