Natasha continues to wait by the entrance, covering the three runners and their expensive human package with her pistol from the relative cover of the hangar door.  As they close, she frowns at the unmoving form of the daughter, relief coming as she sees the girl's chest rise and fall.<br/><br/>Her lips pinch tightly together at Billy's suggestion, her brilliant blue eyes fixing him with a sharp gaze.  After a few moments, she nods, her blonde hair bobbing.  The team split seemed good, and had enough people she trusted in both groups to keep her comfortable.  "Right."  She says.  Nevertheless, she still waits by the door until the driver is almost to the limo, at which point she sprints to the front passenger side.  Getting caught in the open, or in a non-running vehicle would be a disaster, one she very much wants to avoid.