Clint is already aware he's going to hate himself in the morning, considering he's already feeling what they've been into so far.

He backs off a few steps, eyeing his options - and then takes a few quick steps forward, up onto a chair, onto the railing, and then angles himself to catch the railing of the next balcony over from hers. "Got it," he grunts, pulling himself up a little so he can get momentum to jump back, this time catching the railing of the one she's on before swinging over it.

Suddenly, he's grateful for being a carny in ways he never has been before.