It's certainly a harsh aspect of the reality they find themselves in, but Matt can't detect a whiff of any bodies, nor the echoes that'd suggest a grisly surprise buried under one of these snowdrifts. Whoever looted these stores, they did it after their abandonment. Or so he can only assume. But that's a good thing. Things can be replaced, even if one's livelihood is not so easy to get back. People can't be.

Daredevil doesn't turn his head when Natasha suddenly breaks from the group, but he does voice a warning, voice low to avoid unwanted attention. "We're not alone. Stay sharp."

He, too, would have preferred a little consultation, though he has to admit that he's used to operating the exact same way. Working alone is freeing, in a way, not having to worry about keeping track of teammates and keeping them out of trouble. But it has its downsides, too, and without a clear headcount of just how many are waiting in ambush, he's not going to begrudge the backup.

Especially with such a nice offer to chase the potential culprits into the welcoming embrace of his borrowed batons. Daredevil's mouth quirks up in a smile that doesn't have much humor in it, and tilts his head to the other man. "I'll keep an ear out for you. You might want to try that way first," he adds, pointing in the direction where the closest sounds of life are slowly pulsing in the cold, faint but unmistakable to his ears. "I'll scout out a corner to trap them in." Open ground is all well and good, but he prefers shadows and tight corners, and limited escape routes. Makes it harder for the bad guys to get away, until he can take them out at the knees and make sure they aren't going anywhere until he's done with them.