Jess stops dead, her hand on the door, as the music starts. God, she'd heard there was actual freaking background music, but she hadn't actually believed it until now, and she turns back toward Clint with a half-panicked expression. They need to leave. They need-

Oh God. He's singing. And he's singing at her.

She flushes bright red, glancing quickly around to check if anyone else is hearing this - and it doesn't seem like they are, all of the other agents going about their business as if nothing is happening - before she looks back to Clint.

"Yeah," she mutters under her breath, thankfully not caught up in the song the way Clint seems to be. "That sounds like a good idea."

Alcohol doesn't affect her, but this is one of those days where she really wishes it would.