Natasha simply refuses to be kept in a cell. It is unbecoming of a lady. She's roaming her cell now, torch straight in front of her, looking for any other kind of exit.

"If only Naomi were here. She'd be able to bust through that door like it was melted butter." UGH NAOMI WHERE ARE YOU.

She stops talking for a moment, and realizes that there are other voices in the distance.

"Are there other people here?" she asks Rosaline, looking at the girl and then also trying to get a peak outside of her cell.