Maybe taking out a cadre of ninjas was normal for them. Clint would agree that it was, or was close enough to normal for them.

He was apparently at ease, relaxed back in the chair, though he did have one arm resting on the table top to where he could get at her newspaper-concealed gun if he needed to, but even that position was a natural one for him, "Somewhere along the way, I caught the attention of a pack of wolves." He shrugged, cocking his head in a 'what can you do?' movement, "They followed me for... miles. Far enough and long enough that whenever I thought I'd lost them, there they were again."