Clint gets it. He didn't expect to have this conversation with her, because how could he have predicted any of this? He's no god, he has no magic abilities. Communicating with the dead is not something he can do, no matter how much he's wished he could. But he also knows better than to look gift horses in the mouth. If he can have a second chance with Natasha, he's going to seize it and not ask too many questions. Neither is he going to waste it.

He looks around for somewhere he can sit as well, but despite the tiredness that's dogging him, he decides that for now, he's just going to just lean against the wall closest to her. "That's what I've been hearing." It doesn't particularly please him, but very few things in his life right now actually achieve that. "Okay, so you've been snatched before. Straightforward enough. What kinds of things have you seen?"

He's fully aware that the answer to that could be a long one, but he's just looking for the rundown here.