[ The kitchen doors are closed from all sides when Gwen and Natasha arrive. The redhead peers through the crack of the nearest door, slight and small enough that she barely fills the space before she shuts it and turns around to look at Gwen, unsurprised to find her following. ]
It's still here.
[ Which is reassuring and, well, not. Who knows who it's run out of the kitchen so far. Natasha, though, doesn't seem fazed either way. ]
We can funnel it out this way, or you can bring yours inside.
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It's still here.
[ Which is reassuring and, well, not. Who knows who it's run out of the kitchen so far. Natasha, though, doesn't seem fazed either way. ]
We can funnel it out this way, or you can bring yours inside.