[Then one good thing about being Betty Ross is that if they're remotely military-affiliated or sanctioned, they'll still, even now, at least try and leave her out of it. Unfortunately the signs don't look really good for that in this scenario. She doesn't speak until he does, and she'd trust him to know if they were alone. He'd always had a sixth sense for these things (...bad choice of phrasing) and as far as she could tell, it had only gotten sharper.]

You found it? Oh no, it's in one of the rooms?

[She's a little impressed he could tell, since she knows his senses are heightened but she really wasn't getting anything out of the place except 'like a setting out of a police procedural show or low budget horror movie' and 'where is it?']

We could try and find the right passage and door... [She trails off, unhopeful. The place would have been hard enough to navigate during the day and everything is likely really enforced down here. She shakes her head in the dark. So no, probably not if they want to make any kind of time. Kicking his way through didn't sound good, but it's not like there were a lot of options.]

Or no. Okay. Let's try and get closer, but I think you can do it. [She pats around until she find his shoulders in the dark and squeezes them like she can impart her confidence by touch.] It'll be faster this way. Could he- I can help point out to him which sections are load-bearing if he doesn't remember. [Based on what she remembers of upstairs, mostly. It's not perfect, but nothing else comes to mind. At least they're not likely to be directly beneath everyone.]