The smell coming from in back of the building almost put him off of entering the place completely - seriously, he'd smelled some foul things in his day, but nothing that *concentrated* - but he needed to look the place over and, in theory, such a smell meant that someone was in the butcher's to be doing... whatever that made that smell. That, or it was something that needed to be investigated, because whatever that was could not be natural. Clint had his backpack over his shoulder and his hat on his head and looked like he was about to go on a hike more than anything else, but he tugged the front of his scrubs up over his nose - it didn't really help - before pushing open the door.

"Hello? I'm hoping someone's here or I'm gonna assume this place is decomposing on its own."