She got up to retrieve him a drink, bringing it back a moment later, setting the glass down beside him and resting her hands between her knees. There was a comfortable silence between them, at least from Natasha's perspective, and she took the time to mull things over, to work out what had happened -- what was happening. It occurred to her no one even knew where she'd gone, at least not officially.

If nothing else, it gave them a little breathing room.

"They won't be happy with you when they learn what you did," she said, glancing at him. "You know that, don't you?"