Natasha winces as he pulls at the brackets, a little more blood running down her ribs. She tries not to think about those prongs being in her body, what they were meant to do if the device hadn't been unlocked.

She swallows, though her mouth is dry and tastes like bile, the smell of blood and other things in her nose.

"I assume there's someone watching," she says. "Someone who can get us out of here."

Natasha is ready to retreat into her room and hide for a bit, though she won't be able to do that until she's sure Barnes' arm is seen to.