"It was here and it was shelter from the wind." Natasha agrees, taking a moment to touch the window with the tips of her fingers and peer out into the snow. The white out conditions have--if anything-- only gotten worse since she'd come in here. If that was even possible.

"I didn't find one." Which should tell Hughes all he needs to know, but he doesn't know her or how she works. He should be forgiven for needing to check for himself.