One of her brows arches with interest when he says that his phone doesn't have a camera, though she doesn't comment on it immediately. She can't even remember the last time she saw a phone without a camera. Maybe he's trying to work his way through the progression of mobile phone technology. It's understandable - technology has developed at a breakneck pace in the past twenty years especially. The only thing disappointing about it would be if she missed out on him trying a bag phone.

"I'm not trying to hook you up," she promises him as one shoulder lifts in a shrug. "Just pointing it out. You're a good looking guy. People are going to look even if you don't look back." Dating is complicated even when you don't factor in his unique history. Natasha's not sure she'll ever settle in for a traditional relationship herself. "I get it." There's too much work to do. And it's too hard to explain the way she was raised, the people she considers family and why. "We can talk about Nazis if you want to talk about Nazis as long as you're okay with me taking a few shots at the KGB while we're at it."

There's a momentary pause as the waitress delivers their drinks. Natasha thanks her with a smile before looking back at Bucky. "You're in luck, Barnes. I don't have anything scheduled outside the city for a few weeks. We may have to branch out from just dinner, though." There's a glimmer of mischief in her eyes as she suggest, "like getting you into a ball pit."