Natasha's a little on edge as she follows Yelena through the building in to her apartment. It's twofold - she's always going to be looking over her shoulder. Checking sight lines, exits, possible complications. And then it's just fascinating to see this place that her sister has made her own. She's taking in the details.

A little smile quirks the corner of her mouth when the door locks behind them. Some of that wariness leaves her body. A locked door isn't much, true - but it provides enough seconds for them to get their weapons out and get closer to an exit when the chips are down.

"It suits you," she answers, because it does. She can see Yelena living here. See why she likes this building. How nice it must be for her to have stuff of her own. She trails her into the kitchen, and that little smile lilts into a smirk. "Fine by me as long as you don't make me sit through any Russian toasts."