Clint hums an agreement, sliding into the closet and looking around for somewhere to position himself in case someone does try to check it for people. There's likely room behind the door for her, but he's going to have to pretend he's smaller than he is to get into a good position to be hidden.

Not that he can't do it, but it's going to take him a little more effort.

"If I say the next line, though, I'll end up jinxing us. Assuming I haven't already."