At the voice coming from the ceiling, Derek had to roll his eyes. God, of course, this was someone Clint knew. It wasn't going to be normal. "It's Derek," he didn't really bother with lowering his own voice, already aware that the dog-things had moved from where she must've seen them, just the scratches up the wall and the low growling that was now echoing around the area. "Clint sent me to get you." Technically, check up on, but now it was definitely a case of getting her away from here.
Moving to just a little to the left of where he could hear the creaking in the ceiling, Derek scanned the area. "How many were there?" More than two was a slight problem, but dogs, like wolves, were pack creatures. Even if they took a human pack, it was still a pack. These things being monstrous probably meant close to feral, maybe actually being feral.
Whatever they were, they'd fanned out. Derek could pick up the scent trail, but it spread over the room and through the exit, although the growling hadn't stopped it was still echoing, which made it hard to determine where they were. "Is there a way for you to get out of there, or are we going to need to find the next ventilation exit?"