A good thing, too, considering Natasha continues to make them wait for quite some time, after, and rightfully so. She's not sure how much time has passed, by that point, but sooner or later, the footsteps come and go again as the people they belong to presumably head back down, their search complete. Natasha counts out another handful of seconds after she can't hear them over the sound of her breathing, however faint, anymore.

"I think we're good," she says, softly, when she's satisfied.