That did sound devious, and Natasha simply chuckled before taking a swig of the poor version of vodka - nothing that would give anyone a buzz, if they were from the motherland. A shame. But it wasn't like she could get drunk very easily anyway, and she didn't want to encourage Clint killing his liver. So her drinking could remain in private. "How fun," she returned with her own smattering of deviousness. "We'll go over the next items on the agenda and then...well, I think it'd be simple enough to find brick dust, salt, sage, and white candles?"
She was all for attempting a cleansing as soon as possible. No reason to wait, really. At least not with this particular matter.
"I sort of observed your roommate attempting to punch her way through the barrier that keeps us in," Natasha explained. "She punched it twice and believes the second punch did something to it - and theorizes it may have been weakened already by that demon rift thing. Combining punches with shooting the stressor point of the 'dome' seems to be the plan, and we'd just need something to achieve more height. Arrows for Clint are relatively simple to get, specially-designed ones. Do you have any thoughts on tactics to shoot at the barrier?" As Clint said, the height could also be worked around - it wasn't an impossible issue. "I'm not saying it'll mean immediate escape, I don't think anyone expects that - but it might open channels of communication, as it were."