At least this girl's not panicking about being somewhere without electricity. He's adjusted, but it'd been a shock for him at first, and he could easily guess that other people had had a much ruder awakening when they realized what exactly this village was like. But it's the second thing she says that interests him, because - well, duh.

"There's a few, but they're not all that great. You shoot?" Clint's analysis of the weapons is partially biased, but also not all that off. Some of them are old and worn, but a couple are sturdy enough. None of them have the draw weight he's used to, though, and for that reason alone he'll never consider them 'good enough.' They always feel like a child's bow to him, the arrows almost like feathers.