[Natasha hums thoughtful. She can tell he means it. Maybe then it's more along the lines of not knowing what to do with himself. Which isn't even specifically a former Russian state agent thing so much as a human condition thing. She's seen plenty of people fidget and tap or glue themselves to their phones. Maybe it's the comparative stillness that's throwing her.]

Well, just let me know when you're ready to head out. I just have to put on shoes and grab a jacket. Or I can put something on the TV. Fair warning, it will be a James Bond movie.