Clint flashes a little bit of something that's like a smile, there and gone, apologetic, and then is out the door.

He does do exactly what he set out to do: he takes another good walk around the area, makes sure nothing has changed. Gets a couple brief vantage points on rooftops. Wanders by a few of the local bars where some of the members in question hang out, in case there are loose lips about plan changes, but as far as he can tell, nothing is amiss and tomorrow should go off without a hitch.

He does stay out a little longer when his recon is done. Do a little running and jumping, some parkour. Exhausted and energetic at the same time, fresh air to knock some kind of sense into him.

It's better, calmer, the ruckus inside his chest and rattling under the floorboards of his skull, when he comes back.

"You ever draw people?"

Hi to you, too.