Natasha sets her feet on the floor and stands up. She pulls her jacket off and drapes it over the back of the chair she'd been sitting in earlier. With a thoughtful look on her face, she folds her arms and looks over at him. After a moment, the corner of her mouth comes up in a little smile. "Nothing. I'm just getting my thoughts in order."

Her thumb taps the side of her phone. "He still feels guilty that he couldn't save you, during the war. I think that's been eating at him for a long time. He wanted to come and talk to you, but he'll be patient. He's starting to put it together that we know each other. My guess is he'll start texting me soon." Her mouth curls in a little smile. "He told me to tell you that you have to stop hogging all the stupid sooner or later."