It's honestly not as long as Clint expecting. Still a little damp from his own shower, even, and starting to get supplies out. Black fabric on the bed with a hint of gold. And the weapons are going to be laid out along the table and counter. It's easier when it's just him, obviously, so he has to now be mindful of his guest.

"Let me know if you need any space when you're out. Can clear something off for you."