Natasha bends down and unlaces her boots, stepping out of them as she keeps one eye on his efforts. When he moves into the down, she steps over him, then sits lightly on his back with her legs folded. "Maybe try it with one arm. Not the metal one," she suggests. It's pretty clear he's trying to work something out through exercise.

She pulls her phone out and scrolls through her contacts so she can start setting up coastal France. "You're worried about me calling Steve." The comment is delivered easily, an observation. "Why?"