[ Now that the green kid's calmed down somewhat, Clint does redirect his gaze to the street for a minute, despite the fact that he's already thoroughly scanned through the milling crowd for anything suspicious or potentially dangerous. He's always had a sharp eye, and years of training have taught him how to spot trouble before it happens. There's no such trouble here, not that it's stopped him from expecting it. ]

Well, I'm actually friends with a big green guy, it's just not that weird to me anymore.

[ A much bigger green guy, and one who's a lot harder to deal with to boot. Maybe this is something kind of like that? He doesn't know all the details about what happened to Banner, but aside from the whole walking and talking thing, regular turtles aren't usually this green, are they?

All he can think of are the muddy little turtles that the kids have found on occasion. ]

Yeah, I'm human. You're a... turtle?