Sam cursed under his breath, pressed up to the bars like it might do him some good. But too much noise would just bring the guards back, and breaking things was the only idea in his head just then. Starting preferably with the Australian's face. He needed Natalya to take the lead, tell them what to do, some direction so they could get out of here, take care of her and get some answers.

"Natalya," he hissed in a stage whisper, praying his voice wouldn't travel. "Hold on, come on, what'd you tell them? What do we do?"