"So as long as I don't touch you or share a glass with you, I should be okay," Clint murmured, not finding much comfort in the statement. The guy had said 'most common' which meant there were other means that were less common but still applicable.

Joy.

A soft snort escaped the archer as he finally slipped the arrow away from the string, tucking it back into the quiver. "Yeah, I have. Thankfully she's on my side," he said honestly.

But the other kept going, kept asking and this woman he described didn't sound like anyone Clint had seen. Then again, this guy was the first person he'd really crossed paths with since he ended up here.

"Doesn't ring any bells, no. But I'll keep my eyes open. Not that there's much life around here in general."