[ One beat. Two. It takes four until Natasha moves again, and even then it's with a strict economy of movement. She takes her bag, reholsters her pistol, and makes a beeline past Steve towards the compound doors. The barest flick of a glance to the Soldier, cutting a shape next to his rifle. ]
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I need to go to the lab.
[ It's a very obvious, and very blunt, exit. ]