He gave a slight, barely there nod each time, just to show that he'd gotten the message and was keeping the count. It was easy to just move with the crowd, keeping alert without looking alert was something he'd gotten good at, and it came in handy here even though being out in the open, being visible, wasn't his usual forte.

Tension was starting to ride across his shoulders the longer they went without an incident, he was never sure what to do when things actually went according to plan, especially when he was prepared for them not to. But even by the time they got to the emergency evacuation gathering point, and their final tally was up to forty four, everything was still on the level, no one had started shooting, nothing had visibly caught fire, nothing was dragging stragglers off into the early-morning fog. Nothing had happened and it made Clint more paranoid than ever.