She hums in response, darting down the hallway to a door chosen at random. Pausing outside of it, she reaches up into her hair, pulling out what, at first glance, seems to be a bobby pin, but with a few twists becomes something more, a lock pick, and jams it into the lock, grateful that this place has traditional locks, still, kept in favor of keycard locks for the sake of atmosphere. The latter are marginally harder to pick, take more time; as it is she manages to get the former open almost before Clint's caught up with her.

Tucking the pin back away, she pushes the door open quickly but quietly, and heads inside -- much to the surprise of the room's occupants, who freeze, staring at her like she's the Boogeyman. She ignores them, even when they start shouting, and heads for the balcony.