Natasha has been caught out in a lot of bad weather over the years. This is one of them. The sudden onslaught of gusting winds and heavy blinding snowfall seem supernatural in nature, but it's hardly something she can deal with on her own, especially in a place that abhors violence.

The reports she'd been stepping out to make have been tucked away in her bag, and she has personally picked the lock on and broken into a darkened bakery, closed for the day. Or perhaps for good, since there doesn't seem to be any power to turn on so she can turn the oven on for warmth. This may have been a mistake, as she shivers involuntarily.