In this place? Full of displaced weirdos who can do god only knows what? [When Clint drives, he's careful, but not too careful. The rules seem to be simply 'the rules of the road' which change to suit whoever has the biggest loudest vehicle around. He's not out to be wild, but he's not out to be a doddering old man.] What, you just don't want to tip your hand?

[Given the history, though, it's more than that. It's so weird to think, that her recent memory meant her powers, the things she's capable of with them, got her cuffed and collared and put in a veritable straitjacket out of fear. He lets out a huff of air.]

You don't wanna hurt anyone, and you don't want to cause any incidents. You don't want undue attention in a place you don't know. Head down, lay low. It's smart.