"Hard to say. I don't exactly know what you're capable of outside of apparently using a bow as well," Clint said with a shrug, glancing over at her now that she was making a real appearance. Out of habit his gaze swept over her, making mental notes about her, taking into consideration her build and what it meant for strength.

She definitely seemed like she could handle a bow. Maybe even as well as he could.

"There's a first time for anything," he mused, attention back on Lucky as he rubbed at the dog's ears again before patting his neck. She asked who he was and for a moment he kept his gaze on the dog, weighing his options as he tried to decide whether or not to be honest or use an alias.

His gaze shifted to Kate, studying her a moment longer before his lips quirked slightly.

"Clint Barton. You?"