Clint would love to make a rejoinder, probably, or at least defend himself, but right now he's quietly calling the local precinct to explain the situation, and to assure them that he isn't threatening random passers-by this time, he promises. There will, he's told, be a car sent sometime. He concludes the call with a somewhat less-than-enthusiastic, "thanks."

After which, he needs to catch up. "Sorry, what? What's got you in the neighborhood, Verity?"