"No, my plan is to stand here until the cows come home." If there were any cows, anyway. He glances over at Carol, who he doesn't know very well but can at least recognize as someone from home. Or at least, partly from home, since if his understanding is correct, she spends a lot of time off-world.

He smirks back at her in return, because well, a friendly face is a friendly face. "How much do you want to bet that whatever's behind this gate is something the natives didn't want getting out?" It's probably a long shot, and Clint has as much chance as being way off base as he does of being right, but gates are built for a reason. And since it appears as though the planet's original inhabitants are no longer around, maybe the gates failed in their purpose.