Clint nodded some. The desire to burst into the prison and seek out Natasha was high and he was barely keeping himself from rushing off to do just that. "It's hard not thinking about her," he confessed, looking at Rebekah. "But I don't want to turn her. So I guess I avoid her while I get better control of the new me."
He glanced over at the older blond. "So...where are we going to hunt?"