The likelihood that this was anything natural quickly left the realm of possibility right then and Clint was promptly shoved out of his depth. Investigating supernatural deaths was not something he was at all versed in. Then again, investigating death of any kind wasn't exactly in his powerhouse of skills. He was just mostly good for observational stuff.
"Okay," there wasn't exactly much to be done for Jefferson now, and it wasn't like they didn't have a little time to figure some of the stuff out, since it usually took a day or two for the dead to rise. "You want a sandwich? I swear, I could murder a sub around about now, but this damn place it's super questionable meat handling, not idea for steak subs." Clint had quite a few feelings on that matter too.