It isn't familiar, not one bit, but Clint commits it to memory regardless. Dips his head in acknowledgement, not reacting to the suspicion that sparks against his barriers. She's smart to question, to be wary. That said, Clint isa paranoid spysassin, so maybe take that with a grain of salt.

For now, he shrugs a shoulder, something sympathetic in the cast of his face. Not pitying, not about this.

"Lightyears away, probably. Far as I can tell, none of the places we've been are close to home for anybody here."