He made a low sound in his throat, shaking his head, "Hope so. I could use a nap." Clint was one of those people who never actually slept, and when he had the chance to sleep for a 'regular' amount of time straight through, he rarely managed it. He survived on naps, a couple hours at a time and he was good to go.

Once he'd finished eating he went to retrieve his handheld, popping the chip with their message into it and setting it down on the table where they could both see. It was Coulson, because he was, for all intents and purposes, their handler. He explained that phase two was still as planned, though the timeline had been bumped up. At o-six hundred the hotel was going to have a fire drill and would be evacuated from the top down, which would give them approximately fifteen minutes to make their own getaway without being noticed. The timeline was the only thing that had changed, their rendezvous point, contact, and target were all still the same.