Neither of those would exactly be a surprise.

[Or both. She wouldn't rule out both, either. Natasha throws a last look over their shoulder toward the door, then back at the boxes.]

If I were a demon, what would I keep in my secret murder basement along with strangers' personal items and about two inches of blood.

[She says it as a joke, because it's ridiculous. Because the whole situation is absurd, and it feels saner than asking seriously what they might run into down here.]

Let's try that way.