Okay, so Agent Clint needed to sort his shit before Hansel just called the fucker up and reamed him. He so didn't have the energy to deal with this ... whatever the hell he was. "I'm Hansel, and he's my clone. I'm like a couple centuries older."
Because there was no way Hansel was the baby in that twin thing. He and Gretel still debated who was born first, never actually having an answer but arguing about it anyway. Clint was definitely the baby. "Is there a reason you talk like you've been lobotomised and then drowned?"
And what the fuck was with the attitude? Seriously, Hansel just wanted to get the hell back to the room, get the dust off him and sleep. Or eat. He might eat now. "Where the fuck did you even come from? Some freaking flying industrial whatever you are?"