"Blinked out." Not that she needs the confirmation, but there it is. "I'm guessing that's what happened to me- the other me - fuck it, him, too. You- her and me, we had rooms next to each other at the inn, she helped me get settled and get towels and stuff when I got here, then I didn't see her at breakfast one morning. When I opened the door, she was gone, and her stuff with her." It's just easier on the brain think of and refer to the... copies?... of themselves as other people. Neither of them likes the idea of missing memories and what that implies. Thankfully he hadn't been there all that long with Nat before so there's not much to get mixed up in that manner, but there was still that urge to refer to things they'd talked about and it was... not a good thing to focus on the possibility of someone messing with their minds when they don't have a way to get back at them or find out more information for themselves.

But at her statements, Clint shakes his head, because nope, he's not putting up with that. "Nuh-uh, you've been walking around all day, you gotta eat. I won't make you go in, but come on and I'll show you where to get everything. You can slip in after people are gone and pick some stuff up, then go where you want. But you gotta be careful wandering around the woods here, there's... things. Kind of dangerous things, sometimes."