"So you're the new housekeeper, then?" Clint Barton asked the disguised Natasha, unaware who she really was.

"Mmhm," Tasha chewed softly on the inside of her cheek, knowing she'd get in trouble if she revealed who she was. Fury could have at least told her there was another person working the case. She'd chew him out for it later, though. For now, she had to continue on with her mission. "I'm Scarlett."

"Nice to meet you, Scarlett," Clint smiled. "I'm Clint. I'm the third-shift security guard here," he continued talking as the two walked down one of the hospital's large hallways, giving her a tour of the building. "So basically, if you have any questions, concerns, something sketchy's going on, just give me a call. You have my extension, right?"
"Mmm…" Tasha opened a small little notebook she was carrying in her scrubs and looked through a list of numbers she would need to remember. "74489?"
"Thaaaat's the one!" Clint smiled again, turning down a new hall. "So over here is our x-ray, Cath lab, interventional radiology… You'll need your badge to get into there." Pushing a handicap button on the wall by one of the sets of double doors, he glanced at her before walking through them. "This is the x-ray hall, where you've got your waiting room, changing rooms, ultrasounds, x-rays of course…" Pointing down another hall he glanced at her again. "Over there is 'nuke-med', the MRI, CAT scan… And at the end of the hall is the door leading to ER. You'll also need your badge to open those."

"...Right… I'll… Definitely remember all of this," she told him jokingly, giving him a half-hearted smile. It was only 11:30pm. She'd only been here for a half hour and was already falling asleep. Maybe she'd try and find one of the vending machines they passed earlier to grab an energy drink… If she remembered how to get to one of them, of course. 'Only 7.5 more hours…' she thought to herself, trying to stay optimistic.

"So they let you know everything you had to do, right? I'm sorry one of the Environmental Services leads couldn't be here… There's usually only one 3rd shift ES worker, and the 2nd shift lead had to go home sick around 6, I think they said…"
"Oh, yeah, I had to watch about 500 training videos," Tasha sighed dramatically. "Took about 7 years off my life, I'm sure." Clint laughed as they walked back through the double doors to leave x-ray.

"I believe it," he grinned at her as they continued down a hall. "Alright! And then over here is our day-surgery, waiting room, my office… Down there is the transport, shipping, processing… Area…" Tasha giggled softly as she glanced down the hall. "Basically the loading dock and our dumpsters. And where all the linen goes."
"Right."

"And here is our OR! I think they said you'd be spending most of your time around this area?"

"Yeah."
"I can't imagine why… The OR isn't really used much over night, unless its an emergency or something."
"Really?"

"Mmhm. I mean, they have a couple of surgeons who stay overnight, but I mean… I dunno, it just seems a little weird. Honestly, you'll probably spend most of your time over in day surgery cleaning up. I know they usually leave all the rooms dirty for the afternoon or night when they discharge people. I'm preeetty sure 3rd shift is the one who cleans them up."

"Oh, right, right. That would make sense." Tasha glanced back over towards day surgery.

"So if we just go through here…" scanning his badge and pressing one of the many handicap buttons, the OR doors opened and the pair walked through. Lights were still on. "Your closet… Is riiiiiight over here." Stopping in front of a plain closed door, he looked at her as he dug through one of his pockets. Taking out a small set of keys, he handed them to her. "Here are your keys. The smaller..Normal key will get you into most things, like your closet here."
"Thanks," Tasha went to open the closet door. Turning the handle, she stepped inside and turned the lights on to see her bright yellow cleaning cart. Trying not to sigh heavily, she turned to look at Clint, smiling. "And thanks again for the tour and showing me where my cart was."

"Oh, not a problem at all!" Clint smiled back at her. "And again. Any questions, please don't hesitate to give me a call or come find me. I'll be in my office right down the hall a lot. If I'm not in there, I'm probably just making my rounds through the building."
"Right, sounds good! I'll definitely give you a call."

"Awesome," he smiled again, glancing around the recovery area behind him. Taking a step back, he made his way back towards the exit. "Alright, I'll let you get to it, then. Good luck!"