Okay, so Clint had a friend called James and they were both as weird as Ben was. Great.
"Not much more than Clint, or... anyone else, really." Hansel just waved it off, he'd need to get used to these weird people and their mannerisms eventually, unless he and Gretel found a way out of this place, or someone else did. "It's just unusual." At least to Hansel's ears.
Following orders, okay. So, now they were... what? Exactly? Gretel mentioned the strange weapons that Clint carried and Hansel knew that he hung out on roofs for some reason. But the obvious was never asked and never answered, so Hansel had no idea just what they were doing. "Guess that's good enough, too many nests and fucking vultures might show up."