Anywhere else in the universe and Clint would have been offended, or maybe assumed that something was wrong, but the island had taught him that crazy stuff happened a the time. Having two people on the island with his face that weren't him and then another copy of himself had made it easier to accept things.
"You're...." he sighed. "Not Tasha." He shook his head. "I'm sorry to have bothered you." He turned and started to head in the direction from which he had just come.