No, please, sit down. I insist. I’m not waiting for anyone.
…For once.

You do a lot of waiting on people, then?
’ No, no… not exactly.
Go ahead, be my guest. Sit down. ‘
You sure? If you’re waitin’ for someone…
Suppose it is now.

{ Clint sits down without a pause. }
You alright, doc? You seem…
Tired.
Unfortunately for you, yeah.
I’m right here, motherfucker.

{ He didn’t quite know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t that. His fingers didn’t flinch. }
Mind telling me why you’re here?
Last I checked, this was a private residence.
Knock knock.

Anyone home?

Got’m in sight.
Just tell me when.
“Not if you like ‘Sir’ so much.”
“Some paperwork Secretary Pierce
assigned to you. I’m just the Level 6
mailman.”
Sweet.

And for you–
Hill said it’s important.
I’ve got no idea what it is.