"Oh, the alien kids?" Clint shakes his head, taking the opportunity to lean against the wall. Hey, they're chatting, chatting is good, right? Easier to keep an eye on them when they're willing to chat with him!

Keeping an eye on them in an unofficial, worried-about-these-damn-kids sort of way, that is.

"Heard about 'em, haven't met 'em yet. What're they like?"