The monotonous sound of the hair-blower soon let Clint fall into more lazy dozing. But just like with the sound of an engine of every vehicle he didn't have to drive himself, he was awake as soon as it was turned off. With a sore neck, from his head being craned to the side for too long.

"I swear, one of these days they'll give me a Darwin-award, Nat."

With a little grimace, he tried to stretch some feeling back into his muscles. Great. Like they weren't over sensitive from always being too tense these days anyway.

"And I'm going soft. Not opposed to do some sparring from time to time, once we arrive. You haven't kicked my ass for too long."