While Clint was mostly used to long spells in strange places, tending to be in one location for the duration of that time, he still got a little restless when there was no obvious target. Everyone was still trying to figure this place out, the library became an obvious hot spot of coming and going and Clint preferred to take things in from a height.
He'd spent most of the day at the top of the Town Hall, perched on the roof of the steeple watching what was happening and pondering the odd movements in the forests. He wasn't dumb enough to go venturing in, considering all the warnings, but he was starting to wonder just why the surrounding area was so dangerous and the things rarely ventured out.
On his way back to the hotel, because he was starting to get hungry, cold and stiff, Clint had stooped to tie his already untied boot, despite tying it before he went up the steeple, when he was approached by a not-zombie-like resident.
"Hey, hey, paws." Swatting the hands away from his bow, like he let anyone touch the bow, Clint raised an confused eyebrow at the brunette. "Haven't you ever heard 'look with your eyes not your hands'?