"A running target's easier to see," Izumo returned, falling into step with him. "I hope it's good coffee, you have no idea how many time zones I've crossed today. I may have done some actual time travelling."

Well so maybe he hadn't, but it had been a very long day. He was tired and more than a little cranky and ready to find his stupid contact and bunk down. Or maybe he'd just crash with Clint and check in later. Well. If Clint had a place. Presumably he did, since he was here strolling the streets instead of hunkered down somewhere like a mouse in a hole.

"Gods, and after this I've got to find a place to stay. Today sucks hairy balls. How's your day been? Good until you ran into some bastard?"