They're not deep into the building yet, but Clint can hear the inner workings of the building. It's falling about around them, crumbling slowly under water damage and neglect. The rats probably don't help either, but Clint's lived and worked in places worse off than this -- he moves forward even though the rats crawl over his feet fearlessly.

The faint sound of fighting from the Cornucopia lingers, teasing just at the edge of his hearing the further Clint goes. That noise, combined with the way the power fizzles and cuts out, means that Clint nearly misses the soft scuttle of feet as Bruce presses close to a wall. The sound of breathing is lost under the scurry and squeak of rats, and for a moment, Clint loses track of whoever is in this tunnel with him. Which is really a terrible idea and he's kind of berating himself for it. Given the situation, it's likely they're one of two people: The weaker person trying to hide out, or the guy who lurks in the shadows and preys on them. Clint's really hoping its the former, and he can just head right on by without any problem. He's really not looking forward to this.

So, crowbar in hand, Clint stays in what he assumes is the middle of the path ready to leap to one side and book it should problems arise. But he pitches his voice, not loud enough to draw attention from further back, and scans the tunnel before him. He can't see much at all.

"I don't want any trouble--" Yeah, like he'll get that wish, "Just looking to move on, man."