And suddenly the nagging feeling that he'd seen Sasuke around somewhere before this makes sense. It must have been at Hillingdon. "Yeah... you too, actually. D'you hang out there often?" Clint can totally commiserate on gross too-sweet coffee. Sorry about your mistakes. He takes his black.

"If by 'this side of the community,' you mean...." he makes a vague gesture at the people outside of the chill-out area before continuing, "all of this? I didn't grow up in it, but I've been doing what I do for a long time. Just not here. I'm American."