If Ava smiled that they were on the same page of the menu, it was luckily hidden behind her mask, which gave off a far less friendly look before she turned away to assess the furniture situation in the room. Because bolting down the sparse furniture seemed... pointless, really. How often did somebody move their bed or the little tables next to them. It was likely nobody would even notice their efforts at all, which she supposed was fine, but if they came all this way she rather get a bit more creative with the approach.
Her missions with SHIELD were mostly alone, taking orders from over a comm at most, so communication wasn't much of a priority in her suit's design, voice coming out warped as she merely suggested, "Help me move the bed." Ava grabbed a corner of it, tilting her head toward the bathroom door to indicate that they should move it to block the entrance.