Thankfully, Clint looks tired enough that the slightly delayed response between smile and grin (slow, and half-genuine. He'll do anything for some coffee.) seems pretty natural.

"I'll take you up on that," he says, warm; he scans the room for a quick moment, before glancing back to her. She's skinnier than she was last time he saw her, but he's not sure if that was on purpose or not. How rough have the past six months been? "It's good to see you."