[ Her grip isn't the same as it was not less than a half hour ago. It's still pretty tough for a small fry, but it isn't like Clint couldn't get away if he had to. He doesn't want it to come to that though, so he raises his other, free hand, in a gesture of surrender. ]

My name's Clint. What's yours?

[ He's good at thinking on his feet. Good at sussing out a situation before it goes to hell and then even after sometimes. Now is one of those after times. He doesn't even hesitate. ]

I heard something, you looked like you might be hurt. I was just checking, that's all.