Natasha nods, and there's a faint shrug of her shoulders -- seems like a good place to start she lets carry on implication. There's a faint gesture of her fingers. She's quiet, not wanting to draw any undue attention, and just given how computerized her own world is, there's a faint concern of things like voice recognition and the like. The Cetagandans do seem to rely far less on monitoring, however, although it doesn't particularly calm the paranoia.

This time she takes the lead, careful, quiet, keeping to the shadows and dodging the few guards on patrol. They're just approaching the room, when she hears a voice she recognizes: Diya. She manages to find them a hiding place, deep shadows despite the emergency lighting, and there's a look that tells Deanna to stay quiet and listen, the lights giving Natasha a grim look in the dark.