Natasha rains down cover fire until the creatures have scampered out of her range and sights from her rooftop position. Reaches up to give a single word of confirmation when Furiosa calls her back. As tempting of a prize as the rifle she'd been using is there's no way Natasha can get off the roof with that thing in tow safely. She pulls it back and tucks it out of the wind as much as she can on the rooftop with the hope it will still be there and not broken when she can make time to come back for it.

It only takes her a moment before she's sliding down an icy fire escape and landing with a soft scattering of snow back onto the street level. A quick survey says that neither of them are injured drastically so she falls into step once more at the rear of the lineup. With Furiosa leading and Azwel in between them they'd be a force to be reckoned with even if their assailants had decided to mount a new offensive.

They don't.

Her lips are thinning with withheld opinions when she spies dumped cache full of engrams. Not so much because of what they are as much as the fact that someone was able to find one of Blaze's caches in the first place. No doubt her Ghost was the one to pick out the spot and yet it's been drug out into the middle of the street as if on display. Natasha's more than willing to add them to her pack. Blaze's things will be of use to the Exo and if not her than the people back at the base for certain.

When they spot the crow the spy halts, her gaze fixated on the corvid. She swallows once and stares it back down. Silently willing it to get out of here and quietly before it alerts any enemies to their position. The feathered fiends have been a steady source of information and irritation for her in the past. The last thing she needs is any of them harassing her or her companions right now.

She's so busy staring after the bird she nearly misses the call out on the radio.

"He sounds flustered." That's sure to bode well for them.