"Yeah, Suppose like how I am more of a marksman, " Clint was slightly interested in testing her skills. The rest of him was still unsure.
The archer was looking at her. He thought she seemed a nice enough person. "I normally prefer to be alone, Tasha pulled me out of that a little, but soon as she died I retreated back to being alone mostly."

"MMm I wasn't going to ask about your age." Clint muttered. He listened to her, he seemed amazed that she knew all that.
He wanted to see it in action.