"Whatever." Really, Clint wasn't concerned enough to really care. Like he literally couldn't care much less about whatever bullshit was happening now. It made sense that eventually someone would pull that 'I don't like what this person is doing' bullshit and that'd cause some shitting around in the place -they weren't big but they were varied and that shit usually led to a hell of a lot of arguments over other people's cultures and whatever. "What if she's selling protection shit that actually works, an' not even for money nor nuthin', just for shits and bloody giggles like." Because nothing here was really worth anything.
So crazy goth lady was setting up her hocus pocus shit in the mall and people could probably go and get like charms and shit to make them not deranged lunatics for a little while. It was like the witch was going to start hexing people -that would be majorly obvious and get a bunch of attention for the not awesome reviews. Zero out of five stars, would not recommend. Yelp could be cruel.
"Oh, bite me, you furry ass." Clint was definitely slipping his way from sober to tipsy to belligerent -which was two steps away from drunk off his ass. "I'll set fire to your face instead o' a book."