Immediately his eyes return to Clint, gaze having started to wander in a quick sweep of the room.

"Hillingdon? I suppose that explains a few things. You looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite place those features." Here he sips that coffee of his, seemingly having forgotten how much he hated the flavor of the sugar in it. Mistake.

"I've lived here for some time but I'm new to this side of the community, so I guess we're in a similar situation."