There was no reason to make it as complicated as the mutant made it sound, and Bobbi didn't appreciate the tone. Glaring at him wasn't going to get them anywhere, though. According to their timer, they had a little less than two hours to find a way out of here, and that sounded like a lifetime to Bobbi.
"What makes you think it's Hydra?" That was actually a viable theory, but the possibilities of their particular selection and the preparation it would take to contain the range of abilities (teleportation, magic?) made for a complicated question. Zeroing in on Hydra wasn't so strange, after some cursory thought as Bobbi scanned the room, searching for vents and cracks. There was a vent in the ceiling, and the door, and the slot through which their task had come through. Out of anyone she could think of, Hydra was the most likely to put them through extreme assimilation conditioning. Why else wouldn't they just be killed? Frowning in thought, she moved toward the door to kneel and push against the slot, then try to slide it, digging her nails under the edge and pulling with a growl.