Kate was in the bathroom, where she'd found some musty old towels and a bar of soap. The water was freezing, but after two days of wandering around this dumpy wasteland, she wasn't going to be picky.

The door slammed as she was in the middle of bundling back into her multiple layers after cleaning up. She froze. Her own bow and quiver were laying on the kitchen table, probably right within Clint's view. So there she was, half naked with the chill starting to set in, wanting to just curl up by the fire she'd started in the fire place. This guy could have been a creep, or he might've been somebody just as out of place as she was feeling. He could even be somebody who might actually be competent and helpful. There was only one way to find out.

"I'm naked in here, so you're gonna have to hold on a sec," she called through the partially closed bathroom door.