[Natasha laughs. Sh grabs her keys from their spot, and then presses the button to set her alarm before leading the way out the front door and down the steps that lead up to it. When she reaches the sidewalk, she turns to look at him, hands tucking into her pockets so she can stash the keys away.]

Next thing I know you'll be telling me to get off your lawn. [Her head tips to the left, indicating the direction they'll get started in. Not something she typically does - and she half suspects he's already mapped out her neighborhood - but he's wary enough in his skin to warrant her broadcasting her moves more than she usually would.]

You might like online shopping. Anything you could want brought to your door. Even groceries.