She looks like she's going somewhere. Clint, meanwhile, looks like he just woke up and found a bow and some arrows, which about sums it up. He has a quiver on one hip and the bow held in one hand, lowered and apparently harmless, and he's wandering past the truck when he hears something and comes to a stop.

Sturdy boots, knife, satchel. He doesn't recognize her, but that isn't surprising. He hasn't recognized anyone yet.

"Did you find the keys?"