Jim just stares at him for a moment. "Why were you a pony?" Because what the hell. There's gotta be some kind of story behind that one, because as far as he knows, that sort of thing is really only standard for people in Jim's line of work, which doesn't even exist for another another hundred and fifty-ish years.

And he's sure he recognizes Clint's allusion. He'd seen it on the news while he was in Cardiff, though he was finally allowed over here to help clean up, and hence where he'd first met Clint. That's probably one of the most normal ways he's ever met somebody.