She shook her head. They hadn't necessarily talked all that much in the past but they had talked enough to know that he wasn't a hypocritical blowhard. That he meant what he said and did what he thought was right without hesitation. She could easily see Clint shooting at Effie. Not necessarily to kill, but close enough to scare. He'd be good at it, too. Just an inch off from her head.

"Don't you get it?" Said with a somewhat disappointed sigh. "You have no station here. And even if you did, he wouldn't care."