[Clint hadn't been expecting anyone to visit so the knock was a surprise. He quickly wiped the grease from his hands where he'd been cleaning his gun and headed over to the door, knife sheathed at his side.
He opened the door a crack, expression darkening a little when he saw who it was.]
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He opened the door a crack, expression darkening a little when he saw who it was.]
You want something?