She hears the sound of something heavy sliding on the floor. It could be a weapon. It could be a piece of furniture he was using to make the sound so she would come out into the open.

She patted the pockets of her jacket, then took out the mirror compact that she had had with her when she was kidnapped here. She eased towards to stairs, back to the wall, and stuck it out to check the front hall. The angle wasn't good enough to see the man, but she could see the foot of the stairway, and it looked like he had put down a... bow? Was she dealing with an archer?

Well, either way, she doubted he carried around a bow just to put down so he could put people at ease before shooting them. He may still have weapons, but he was honest about being down at least one. "I'm afraid that name means nothing to me, but I suppose I'll have to take your word for it."

She clicked her compact shut, putting it back in her pocket (and checking for the knife in her boot) before cautiously stepping out in the open. Every muscle was tense, just in case she needed to quickly find cover again.

It would be immediately obvious that something was amiss just by looking at her. Her clothes and hair were all from a different era, and depending on how closely Clint paid attention to his history classes, her face might seem familiar.