[ It's easier once she relaxes, slow, tentatively. Clint's smile tempers, a bit more real, the slope of his shoulders easing. There's a nod, as if there was anyway to hide the way they mirror each other, the push-pull of senses. ]

Gacrux? [ He says, the word a familiar one upon the tip of his tongue. ] Yeah, I'm Clint. You'll probably meet Bellamy and the Darkling later, I think they're out and about right now.

[ He lets her set the pace, the swivel of her gaze from left to right, mouth twisting as she thinks. Clint's not idle as he waits, though. He was right, it is dangerous out here, and Clint's more than aware of their surroundings. Still, he laughs lightly when she replies, eyes crinkling with humor. ]

It can be a bit overwhelming at first. But you'll figure it out soon 'nough.