Clint had continued on his way once the girl had started following him. Luckily she wasn't putting up much fuss over the matter and she didn't appear overly chatty. Both were good things in the man's mind as he scoured over the area as they went.

He stopped at her words though, brow furrowed in confusion. Mosquitos seemed unlikely in the station. He was about to brush it off but he turned and glanced at her, noticing the sweaty sheen on the girl's face. Luckily, he was a pro at making his facial expressions.

"Perhaps," he said lightly as he stepped towards her, "Let me have a look." He moved to Syria Aaron's behind her and took hold of the hand itching at the back of her nap, taking note of the rather massive bug bite. Definitely not a mosquito. "Let's see if I have something to help with the itch," he ended up saying even though he was certain he didn't. He just needed something to distract her while he tried to figure out just what in the hell had bit her.

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