[ Oh, right. That makes sense. Clint offers a chagrined smile, then takes the offered hand without hesitating. Which is — yeah, cold, which is a little weird. He manages not to comment on it out loud, at least. Manners. ]
Clint.
[ That said, he isn't fantastic at these kinds of formalities, so the handshake's more going through the motions than any real confidence. He buries his hand in a pocket right after. ]
So do you have any idea where we are?
[ Best guess is no after that halting conversation, but it's worth a shot. ]
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Clint.
[ That said, he isn't fantastic at these kinds of formalities, so the handshake's more going through the motions than any real confidence. He buries his hand in a pocket right after. ]
So do you have any idea where we are?
[ Best guess is no after that halting conversation, but it's worth a shot. ]