Natasha watches him, once again impressed by his flexibility, but doesn't say anything. She remains silent even once he's settled, wary of talking now, as it's only a matter of time before someone's up to check this floor. She's not wrong, either -- a few minutes later, there's the sound of voices out in the hall, footsteps following as they get closer. She shifts slowly, pushing herself further into her corner as they approach, and waits. It doesn't take long until they're fading again, but while finally, she turns her attentions back to Clint, she remains silent. Better to give it another few minutes, in case they come back this way.