"Sure you will." There was no reason to believe she wouldn't get it eventually, she was pretty good at it. Anyone else would be happy to just be hitting the target regularly after only a handful of throws, but Moana was just barreling along because she wasn't as good as him. It was ridiculous - but also pretty awesome. "Just give it time. Aiming's just what I'm good at, I can hit anything that I can shoot or throw. I can't make nets like you, or do a lot of things you can."

She really was a very self-sufficient young woman, which was nice to see. Clint was used to teenagers not knowing how to get along without a phone attached to their hands, so she was a nice change. Her expectations were just a little unrealistic.

"They were in the inn - they'd been in the schoolhouse before it got smashed, what wasn't in pieces got put into the common storage. I didn't see any others."