Clint doesn't try to sneak up on her; he comes from a completely visible angle, at a pretty normal pace. He doesn't call out, not even when he's close enough that it awkward not to say something -- she's using drills and stuff.

Friends don't startle friends who have drills (and stuff). And being loud is -- uncomfortable, now.

He settles for leaning against a nearby car, hands tucked into his pockets, and waiting for a good moment to say something.