Natasha can tell that her guess about the tone of his joking comment was spot on. A little smile lingers at the corner of her mouth as she tips her head enough so she can look over at him.

"Yeah. We can meet for brunch." An incongruous place to confirm details of a mission, but she finds that people are typically to involved in their own lives to listen closely to other tables when they're eating.

They're getting closer to the dive she programmed into the phone, so she scans the street for parking. "We're almost there. Grab whatever spot you see first."