[Natasha wipes the blood off on the fabric of her catsuit absently. She's still not thinking straight.]
Where did they go after they were done? I couldn't turn my head.
[If they are in the walls like Natasha thinks they are, that's all the more reason to think they might be gathering information somehow, or have some other function beyond medical assistance.]
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Where did they go after they were done? I couldn't turn my head.
[If they are in the walls like Natasha thinks they are, that's all the more reason to think they might be gathering information somehow, or have some other function beyond medical assistance.]