Clint had been in the midst of helping a few others out of their seats when he'd spotted another young man struggling. No, he wasn't struggling. He was panicking. The signs were easy to read and the archer immediately made his way over, making a point to make some noise to try and draw the kid's attention to him.

"You aren't going to get anywhere like that, kid," Clint said in a gentle tone, keeping his hands where the other could see them as he knelt down a couple feet in front of Finn. "Need some help?"

He was already looking the other over for injuries, a small part of him relieved to find none. Good. He didn't have to add another to their injury roster.