"Are you asking me to kick you out?" he asks raising an eyebrow as he turns to her to hand her the glass. It's a curious look, like he can't quite figure out who exactly this woman is or why she's here.

"Forgive me, we've spoken more words then I ever did with the previous Natasha so I never really picked up on her quirks if you're sending some kind of message I'm not picking up," he explains. It's true they'd barely known each other, which was one of the reasons it was so confused why it hurt so much when he found out she was dead.

It's a nervous smile after he takes a sip of the vodka looking over his glass at her. It's been forever since anyone has come to visit, or has really taken any interest in him. He's in no rush to push her away.