There's something familiar in her posture, even if there isn't anything familiar about her face. Or maybe he's just been hanging out with too many women who are ready to punch him. Maybe that's just paranoia talking. But Clint still seems to be the opposite of tense, unkempt and unguarded.

He hadn't even looked for the keys. He hasn't looked for a heck of a lot since he woke up and found some mysterious paperwork under his mattress. The bow and arrow had been all chance.

Which is dumb, in retrospect. He should probably start looking harder.

"What about in your room? Anything useful?"