[ Normally a human sized, bipedal turtle would have Clint doing more than a double take, most likely he would anticipate hostility, especially given the surprisingly agile, darting movements, but thanks to the effects of the soda, he's feeling too relaxed to worry about it. What he's focusing on instead is the fact that he seems prepared to jump out of his shell at the drop of a hat. He pulls his arm away, hands up in an open gesture that's meant to be reassuring. No weapons, see? ]
Hey, easy there, it's alright, no harm done.
[ With the piece of red cloth tied around his face, and the wrappings around his hands - turtles don't usually have hands, do they? - Clint's definitely getting a fighter vibe. But the wide eyes suggest panicked kid. One that happens to be very green, but a kid nonetheless. ]
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Hey, easy there, it's alright, no harm done.
[ With the piece of red cloth tied around his face, and the wrappings around his hands - turtles don't usually have hands, do they? - Clint's definitely getting a fighter vibe. But the wide eyes suggest panicked kid. One that happens to be very green, but a kid nonetheless. ]
Are you running away from someone?
[ It's concern, not suspicion. ]