Clint's long since come to the conclusion that the Computer and the people who blindly follow it don't make a lick of sense. He's been to the library a couple of times and seen what'd been done to the books, and even though he's not a huge reader it still made him a little sick to his stomach to see familiar stories he knows so mangled. Until they can find a way to turn off the Computer for good, they only things they can control are themselves, to avoid drawing attention. Hence why Clint plays along with everything going on (...sort of) for the moment; the best time to strike is when your opponent doesn't expect it at all.

He shrugs at her assertion that there was a reason he led the class, because really, the only one that makes any sense is "you proposed it, you do it." And at least he knows something that helps in emergency situations. "Guess you could say that." He's made sure their room isn't monitored by camera - one of the benefits to knowing how to evade security systems - but he can't sure certain there's not a microphone planted somewhere he couldn't find when he did his sweeps. He can't escape or even help anyone if he's been executed for treason, after all, so Clint's still very careful. "I kinda wanna know more about all their stuff though. They put Stark back together in just a few days, and he should've died from his injuries from the bomb blast."

But something she says catches his attention, and he looks up at her with a little confusion. "With the clones, why do they need a morgue? Is it just to figure out why someone died, even though they can just... make a new them?"