"This feels very... Section 31, for some reason," Jim murmurs as he follows Clint out of the SUV and to the door. Why did they need two escort vehicles? Is there really that much danger of getting attacked? Clint doesn't really seem like the paranoid type.

Jim's kinda glad he stuck to the UK.

"They're gonna bring my cinnamon buns and root beer before we get all locked in, right?" he asks as he peers skeptically at the door.