She sounds exactly--down to her accent-- like like Clara Oswald. That's not important, right now, but it makes Clint take an extra moment to reply.

"We're in Milliways," he tells her. "It's a weird bar that people from everywhere go to. You have a room here, but we're not in it. This is a medical center -- you're here for the night because you knocked your head into something earlier." He squeezes her shoulder, lightly. "You doing okay, sweetheart?"