It's Ghost who will pick up Natasha's approach first. The spy hung around for a moment listening to plans and distractions but the idea of even chancing their supplies being tainted by a poison Pokemon or 'debilitating sleep spores' let along whatever else might have been discussed is no better a prospect to her than any other. They knew this was going to be a trap when they set out following the trail. However obvious the bait seems to be now won't stop them. It can't.

They need those supplies, end of story. So the spy stowed her weapons and crept forward, slinking around the edge of the clearing until there was no where left to go but out into the open. Her ears are straining for the familiar sound of her enemy's approach, or for whatever vehicle they used to transport all of this. The uniformity of the food makes her pause though.

"Blaze, do you see this?" The crates are labeled; everything that's here is all preserved or shelf stable. Dried grains and legumes. Jarred fruit and vegetable. "Where did the Fallen find this...?"