Oh, Phil's looking. Looking very hard. "I can be subdued. I've been to funerals."

"In what? A rental?"

Clint...coughs a little and says nothing.

"A travesty." Leah seems to finally be somewhere close to satisfied as she steps back, adjusting her glasses and humming to herself. "I hope you've got some nice shoes to go with."

"Don't worry about my shoes, no one should be looking down there."

"It's an ensemble. Tell me how it feels?"

That's at least a much more practical question. Clint rolls his shoulders, stretches his arms up, twists around. Unbuttons the jacket and does the same thing, gives a few little jabs at the air. He does not anticipate a fight. But just in case... "Feels good. Like I can really move around in it."