[ Clint is sure that he spotted at least three more robots just like the one that's now scattered across Wade's lawn, but as the smoke clears, an eerie silence descends on the street, as if they hadn't been there at all, despite the very tangible evidence to the otherwise. It's several long seconds before he's willing to lower his bow, now standing between Wade and any more potential attackers. As far as he knows, this is just an innocent - though very strange - bystander to the mess that he dragged literally to their doorstep.

Even though he seems to be more concerned with his flowers than with the fact that they could fare a lot worse than the petunias if they get mobbed by these things.

And, obviously, he has some idea as to who he's talking to, whereas Clint has no clue. ]

Seriously? You're worse than Laura and her hydrangeas.

[ He takes a deep breath. ]

Sorry. I was a little distracted with the whole 'robots trying to kill me' thing. Who are you again?