"Did they give you a job?" They gave Clint one. Construction, or something, he thinks.

He's delaying. Asking questions that probably won't be answered truthfully and maybe don't have any bearing on what Clint wants. Which is someone to tell him drink some water, kneel here and stay quiet, or draw the string back and hold it there, there, at the perfect point of tension as long as you can. Something that's not his decision.