[ Doyle had started to finish off the few remaining fries after he spoke. Those blue eyes of his shifting to her. He should have known, what little he'd heard of the Black Widow it made sense. The supernatural was where his wealth of knowledge came in handy and an assassin raised in such a way wasn't supernatural. Even if she seemed like it at times. ]

Somethin' we both'ave in common, love. [ He quietly lilted, his accent heavier when he said it. The bag finished now as he dropped his hand to his knee to wipe off the salt. That mantra fit so well, and even as he agreed he could see that tiny pink shoe in his mind again. The people who asked for his help, the people he turned down and caused to die due to his cowardice.

Shaking it from his mind, he looked back to her, that carefree smile forced back up, but quite meeting his eyes though.] I get that, its the jet-set life for someone like you. I'm always 'round these parts. I'll keep that burner on an' charged in case I can be o' any help. 'Sides at that game anyway.