Clint accepts what Nat's giving him without looking at it and without a second thought, still peering into the sky, because it's Nat and he knows how she operates almost better than her at times. She might give him a venomous snake, because she'd be confident in his ability to handle a venomous snake and not get bitten. It's a trust that was only shaken a little during the fighting in Germany, and snapped right back into place once the bullshit international politics were disposed of.

"It just popped out, I couldn't help it." He doesn't associate everything to lyrics the way some people do, but it does happen sometimes, just like with anyone. And considering the way life in the canyon had been going lately, he'd be very surprised to find out that he was the only one thinking of that song. A quick glance down shows him what Nat had passed to him, and he peers at the glasses for a few moments, giving them a brief inspection from several angles, before removing the hat from his head and placing them on his face. He has to hold very still to keep from knocking them around and they're definitely not as good as the ones that could be bought at home, but for what they have to work with here, he's sure this is the best that anyone could do. Not a hundred percent effective, but he can watch the spectacle and not lose any of his sight.

"I'm just hoping we don't have to take the song as a checklist... 'specially since we've got somewhere that'd be able to give us hurricanes now."