"She knows." Jim calls from the hallway. "She's the one who suggested I get the copies of the keys made." The thing about subspace transmissions is you really have to think ahead of time. Luckily this has been in the works for a long time. Jim really can be thoughtful, on occasion.

"Hell, we should have made a bet and had the loser clean in the Hawkskirt." More showy than a maid outfit and doubly embarrassing for some of them! Jim grabs the telescopic pole and starts shimmying the cobwebs off to dust. Though rags and elbow grease will do in a pinch.

The vacuum could have been the great grandchild of a Roomba, once Jim plugs the transmitter in it's content to burble along behind him and vacuum after him as he goes. And then go follow Clint around some. And then bump into a wall because adorableness is programmable, apparently. Or it just hasn't been used in a long time. It's sensors aren't as sharp as they used to be. This is an old model.