While Clint wasn't a huge fan of a civilian coming along, he well understood the need for essentially a medic coming with them to properly gauge the health and wellness of the potential patient. So he said nothing and did his best to be friendly before they left the relative safety of the prison. As promised Natasha had provided him with a few new toys to replace the ones Rebekah had stolen. He was loaded up with as many clips for the pistols as he could carry and he had managed to find a combat shotgun and several dozen shells in the prison. He missed his assault rifle but beggers couldn't be choosers.
Normally the archer would have his bow and quiver with him to use but given his ribs were still sore and tender, the weapon would be more a hinderance than a help out here right now. Aside from the guns he had his combat knife strapped to his right thigh just in case he lost his guns. The pistol was strapped to his left thigh and the shotgun was held comfortably in front of him.
As Natasha called them to a halt the shotgun instantly came up before she even signalled to him to watch her back. The barrel of the gun swept the area slowly as his eyes took in everything.