It's been nine days since Clint came back from his painful siesta. He's quickly learning that this crap isn't going to be easy. He's going to need to function around people and know them. Dean and him were in charge of scouting so this was a good way to go about things. They were also going to have to assess the damage done by the the Doctor and his gadget. Clint was really happy he was laid up in bed for that little escape attempt. It seems that it caused quite a bit of ruckus for everyone involved.

When they split up they didn't hesitate to assign partners. This isn't something they can just half ass and pretend like it's dodge ball team picking. They need to be precise and have their shit together. Clint took charge of having Anna with him, but that was mainly because he just didn't trust her. The incident with the attic and the arrows had long since passed, but she didn't seem like someone he could trust. Whatever she was covering up from everyone else wasn't a good thing.

"Come on, red. Let's figure out what's been fucked up?" He's already moving forward. He's pretty sure that Anna can keep up with him. He doesn't really have time to coddle anyone. He's slipped his bow around his body and his quiver full of arrows is on his back. He's ready.