Clint’s smile fell at her words. He tried not to think about how time sensitive this whole thing was, but as heavily as the thought weighed on his mind he could only imagine what she was dealing with. It was her life on the line, after all.

“We’ll have time,” he said with more determination than confidence. Removing his quiver, he leaned it against the wall with his bow before crossing the room after her. “Look at how much progress you’ve already made, and the information you’ve already given them will come in handy. It’s gonna work.”