It took him a minute - Clint was an observant guy, very observant, but he had just been asleep. The name wasn't familiar to him in a way that rang any bells, and he was trying to swallow another yawn even as she spoke. Apparently the previous night had been even less restful than he'd originally thought it was. But the clarification kicked in, and their entire interaction suddenly flooded into his brain - including the bits where he'd made a total fool of himself.

At least this was over the phone, so she wouldn't be able to see the embarrassed flush spreading over his features.

"Right - at the hardware store. With the window." A small bit of inane babble to cover up the fact that he had, indeed, been a moron. Refreshed, what in the hell had he been thinking. Her tone didn't register in the face of his own attempts to squash the embarrassment he was feeling, and wondering why she'd called him at all given how dumb he'd come off looking in their meeting. Cover it up, Barton, act normal... "Everything go okay with that?"