Mark's assessment of him isn't wrong, although it's not exactly a "jump." Clint's been on this kind of thing before - watch duty, really, supervision, making sure everyone's okay in an established routine. He's done it for military and government teams multiple times, and possibly even more for kids, though he hasn't hinted about that bit to Mark. But it is something he knows how to do, without thinking about it, and so that makes him a decent choice for the job.

"I can do it sometimes." Clint pauses, studying the board for a moment, before stepping back a pace and closing his eyes. His fingers twitch a very little, almost like a dog or cat that's running in its sleep, still keeping a grip on that chalk. After a few moments, his eyes open again and he steps forward once more to a blank corner in the lower right and starts sketching. Loose impressions at first, just strokes of the chalk, but Mark will probably be able to tell it's a pretty accurate map of the village's road system quickly, such as it is. "I was thinking about making ice cleats - I can take the last of the nails I saved and punch them through some leather strips, tie them over my boots. We don't have a lot of nails, though, and they'd be pretty shoddy next to the real things." Still, better shoddy than nothing. "We should try and put up some sort of rope between buildings, too - if there's a storm, we don't want people trying to cross from one to another without a guideline. Too easy to freeze to death that way."