Clint, likewise, had already picked their five out in the crowd, looking for the same sort of behavior she was looking for, antsiness, concern, and it didn't take him long at all to pinpoint both of those, as well as a couple of glances their way, one with puzzlement and one with recognition.

He grinned, "Think we've got our guys." He said, just loud enough for her to pick up on the earpiece, even though they were still standing side by side, "Beefy arms, little black mask like he thinks he's Zorro, about ten o'clock, by the ice swans. Then there's the one who's about six-four, looks like a runner, on our two o'clock, headed this way. I'm not ruling out the woman either, she's got an eye on us, can't tell if it's professional curiosity or personal jealousy."

He did turn to her then, smiling again, brow arching behind his mask, "We going to take this outside?" Less chance of people getting caught in the crossfire, that way, but as far as he could tell, these guys would actually be worried about the collateral damage, unlike their usual foes.