It seems that Hardison's annoyed his coworker enough that she has gotten him the job of testing all of the batteries in the fire alarms. It's not a good job, but it does give him an excuse enough to get out of the office. And that makes him so happy that he could almost kiss Wendy on her big, fat mouth.

But he doesn't. Instead, he steadily checks the batteries of the fire alarms - why are they using batteries, anyway, shouldn't they be more technologically advanced than this? - in the vicinity of his friends. You might get a quick text to let you know he's outside your department if he's checking on you. He'll be the guy with the ladder and a cart of batteries.

By the way, how much do you think they'd sell on the Infrared market? Hypothetically speaking?