Natasha chuckles and rolls her eyes, amused and fond. It's one of those joking comments that she could easily see having a grain of truth to it. And it's sort of endearing to think that he might worry about her. Most people don't, and she doesn't look for it. But he knows better than most that all it takes is one misstep, one bad second, for everything to go haywire.

"How about I give you one of my burners when you drop me back off tonight? I'll text you when I'm done."