"Fuck!" Clint drops down, thankfully more towards the inside than the outside -- though a foot does end up over the edge. He doesn't move until a good half a minute after the fire seems to be done heading towards the edge. Just in case.

When he does, he just props himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "Do I want to ask what you were trying to do with that? Besides give me a heart attack?"