[It shouldn't take long, with the way Natasha can handle computers paired with how she works under pressure.

Safe to say, it won't take long at all. Still, due to horrible timing for some reason, that is a pair of footsteps being heard down the hall - they're drawing closer but luckily the door's reopening and Natasha has a few more papers under her arms as she emerges, taps Thor on the side from behind as she comes out. There's slight tension at the footsteps but she's closing the door quickly, waiting for it to click before anything.

The footsteps stop, and she nudges Thor to begin walking in the opposite direction before handing off the papers. She waits a few before she starts talking, voice not hushed, more in its usual tone. The worst is over and if she gets reprimanded by anyone once they find out? So be it.] From what I found, your friends are alright.

These are the files I could pull up on them, with recent pictures. [She taps the corner of one of the papers.] As for the friend of Rogers that you were asking about, I believe I got his name. He's the last few papers of this stack.

[It's a nonchalant tone as she turns the corner, looks over her shoulder to make sure the coast is clear.] Hopefully, it's a match.