It had been a pretty slow day patrolling outside the walls, already noon and Clint had only come across two biters, nothing to write home about, he took them out with his knife pretty easily while Luna stuck close to the wall out of harms way.
Kicking the dirt and rocks as he made his usual rounds around the perimeter, he thought about some of the things that were discussed during the council meeting, he couldn't remember what they were called but it was a different kind of group that had been making themselves known. Before he was thinking about joining the raiders instead, thinking he would be of more use out there, but with this news he had a feeling the more bodies out on the wall, the better. After a few minutes he stopped when Luna nudged his calf and alerted to some rustling bushes, Clint readied himself, taking the six inch blade from his belt and letting his body tense only to let that all fall away when he saw Ermano's figure slip out from behind he brush. "Ermano?" He asked and sheathed the knife again. The man had always managed to intimidate him, he was so stoic and serious it was hard to get a read on what he was actually thinking. In the short time they spent together, that being the tour when he was first processed and the orientation period to start working outside security, regardless the mans presence made Clint feel like he had to stand up straighter and drop his accent, not that he was going to, but the urge was there. "Christ Ermano, th' Hell'r y'doin' skulkin' in th' bushes like that?" He questioned his surprise evident in his voice, glad he didn't pull his gun to shoot first and ask questions later.