"Here, maybe," Clint agreed, because he did seem to have acquired people. "Not so much back home. Takes a bit of getting used to. It's nice though. All of it. And I do enjoy the company," he agreed, smiling warmly at her.

He's still confused, uncertain, but he can't bring himself to taint this with sourness or anger. He really needs time to figure out what he's feeling right now. "You have any juice? I'm pretty sure alcohol would be a bad idea right now." He never thought clearly when he was drinking.