[Clint glances reluctantly between his arrows and the bow deposited a few yards away. At rest, his already aching muscles scream to be stretched to the breaking point. It's what he's done to make his brain shut up before, and it's what he desperately wants to do right now. After a few moments, he lets out a short sigh.]

I guess.

[It's clear from his tone of voice that he does not want to take a break, but Angelica's presence is enough to dissuade him from destroying his muscles any further. For now. He deposits his arrows in his quiver, leaning against the tree and looking up at her.

...Huh. Did she used to be this tall? He doesn't remember needing to look up that much. He blinks.]

I...just need to make sure I stay sharp. Especially after my-- [He hesitates.] --um, monster...fication.

[He speaks, as if he needs to justify himself to Angelica. He pauses again, running a hand through his hair.]

I, uh, realize it doesn't look like anything has happened.