"Not important." He waved off the Misery reference purely because putting ideas in her head might be a very bad idea.
"Please! Do call, call away." Clint crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his bow slightly while calculating just how long it would take him to get up the side of the building and across the roof if this chick started talking to no one on the other end of that thing because she was hallucinating a whole sibling or something.
Realistically, it could be another of this places weird little things, which meant Clint would rather avoid her than end up having to put an arrow in her because of her crazy cakes mental instability. Maybe, hopefully, she'd get through to brother dearest at the other end and stop being all asylum escapee on him though.