"Even if he didn't yet, I'd lay even money he wants to. He hates attention like this." There was no point in saying yes, Izzy, he knew Steve; she'd already figured it out. He didn't quite understand why it was interesting, but he would soon hopefully - that kind of connection she was thinking of probably wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to share with the Computer likely listening in. Clint's own paranoia would agree with that. He needed to find "blank" spaces in the surveillance ASAP or he'd go stark raving mad.

Izzy was right in that he'd like to meet up with Steve quickly, but for the moment that could - reluctantly - wait. Seeing a familiar face was definitely going to be a plus, and now he was wondering if it was just Steve or if other people he knew were around, but it wasn't necessary to survival. Learning everything Izzy could tell him about this place, figuring out where the rules could be bent or even broken, places he could slide through the cracks - that was what he needed to be concentrating on, and so he reluctantly pulled his attention away from the poster and back to his guide, making a note of the item she was gesturing to as he started to walk again. He was mostly back to neutrality and his listening/absorbing mode, but there was a slight, very slight, edge taken off that wariness. Having something to laugh about didn't solve all - or really any - of the problems that just being in this place caused, but at least it was something else to focus on. "What else can you tell me?"