Clint doesn't apologize. At least not yet. After all, this guy could be a part of it somehow. Plus, he's just naturally kind of grumpy. He'll probably come around eventually.

At least he's not snapping any more and, in fact, seems to be easing up already. He has something to focus on now at least.

"Beats me. Could me a new kind of technology, magic, or mutant ability for all we know." Mass hallucination, dream walking, alternate dimension, and the list goes on. Clint isn't even sure if there's a way to narrow it down from this side of things. He shakes his head, "Nah. Just got here myself. Haven't even had a chance to dig through my welcome basket yet."