"Keep it down."

Whether anyone listens to her mutter or not isn't really the spy's call to make but Natasha bristles at the idea of unnecessary noise being made if they're already being told to douse their lights. Voices get lost easily over the wind which makes it less of a problem than their torches but still.

With lives on the line Natasha at least has to try to keep those around her focused. It could easily be her own nerves though. For as calm and cold as the spy looks her heartbeat is more rapid than it was on any of their last missions.

Maybe it's because she knows what they're going up against, maybe it's out of fear for the people here who aren't trained soldiers and killers who have signed up to put their lives on the line to bring back these supplies. Maybe it's because her preferred combat partner is currently passed out in the infirmary rather than here helping and his duplicate is cursed by who knows what. Whatever the reason or all of them, it's left Natasha very much on edge.

The food is their top priority. Everyone here who's volunteered is expendable for that goal. Natasha doesn't have to like it, though.