The set of her shoulders loosens - not in preparation for movement, but in something approaching relief.

Not putting on someone else's personality and mannerisms for a while would be...good.

"You haven't lost me."

Then,

"I'll be in San Diego for that week." No more going AWOL for her.

(She misses Clint, and his place works as well as her own apartment in Chicago. And maybe, just maybe, after a homicidal stalker, Natasha does not particularly fancy being alone until her nerves settle.)