Clint gave him a look and paused to speak quietly to him. "Jim, its a warehouse full of ridiculously dangerous, futuristic xenological technology. Having living security is to dangerous and full of flaws. We go in, the doors seal for fifteen to eighteen hours. The code for the locks change every thirteen minutes. When the doors open again we walk out and you go home, finished or not."

Clint gives him a reassuring smile and a light pat on the shoulder as he heads back for the SUV again. "C'mon, it'll be fun. Pick our own music, all the chow we want, handy bathroom and a couple couches for a break or nap. It'll be like a cram for a test, cept no test at the end."