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.
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Date: 2017-02-09 07:01 pm (UTC)"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.