As he did before her, Natasha waits until Clint clears the immediate area on the other side of the door. When he seems satisfied, she slips past him, does a quick once-over of the hallway, herself, and then glances back to him as she heads down it, looking for anything that stands out as a utility closet or likely place for a crawlspace, as they go.

"We might have to start checking rooms," she notes, putting words to what went through her head a few minutes before. What she wouldn't give for a blueprint of this place.