Natasha regards him for a moment, and then squeezes his elbow briefly. She has no idea if he can feel it through the layers and the sensors under the metal, but it's a gesture nonetheless.

"I might have an idea," she says, because it is - as far as she can understand his meaning - the truth.

Then she rests her head against his shoulder, and while she could just playing her part for their cover, the impulse is both honest, and far younger than the role she is playing.

(She did not really want to be alone today)