Well, that's one way around it. Clint tips his head, hiding his sharp smile against the turn of his shoulder for a moment, as she settles in next to him.

"An' here I was thinking I was the circus act."

A joke, but an awful one. She also doesn't know that he literally grew up in a circus, so, way to go there Clint. Still, this whole thing is actually, surprisingly, the best way she could have gone about it. Yeah, he knows he's going to die, this isn't his Arena, if any of them ever will be. Instead, he eyes Shepard curiously, eyes sharp as his namesake, almost as if he could read every thread of her thoughts upon her face. He can't, not really, but he sees her sincerity and it settles him.

"We'll see," Is what he says, slowly. It's an agreement, even if it doesn't entirely sound like one.