Clint had gotten back from his impromptu practice with Roy and had slipped out of the shower when his phone rang. Which meant he missed it the first couple of times, but the thing was flashing a number when he glanced at it after. And it was Tasha. "Dammit." he muttered, going for his aids and jamming them back in, then, finally picked up. "Tash, hey." he said, towel still around his waist. "This about the dream you mentioned?"