This is the sort of thing that Natasha's been trained for, lived her life for, even if without her guns and her gear, it's harder than it even was back during the Cold War. But there's an ease about her as her footsteps move almost soundlessly through the halls, her eyes sharp and bright and the stunner easy in her hands, keeping a few paces in front of Byerly and Sonia. She knows the route, routinely memorizes the guard rotations. She's also good at getting eyes around a corner without being seen.

Not that she doesn't trust Byerly with this sort of thing, but Sonia knows him better, if one of them is going to reassure her that they're going to get her out of her, it should be him. And she'd never say it, but it's nice to have another pair of eyes for something like this. She's always worked best with someone at her back. Her heartbeat is even, and this is honestly maybe the most like herself she's felt since she got here.

She vanishes around a corned, then doubles back, beckoning with a wave of her hand. No alarms yet, at least. And she's trying to keep it that way.