No shit. [clint shoots back unthinking, then realizes that he's swearing in front of a kid and scrubs his unbandaged hand over his face and muttering a low:] Aw crap.

[because clint's singular biggest talent will always be in compounding disaster.]

Kid, that's not rock, it's iron. And I wasn't trying to break it, I was just being an idiot, like usual. [he wrinkles his nose, cocks his head to one side and considers before adding:] At least I think it's like usual. A lot of stuff still rattling around loose up there right now, to be honest.