If he wasn't so focused on her hand, if he wasn't doing his Clint Thing of breathe-deliberately-and-focus, she'd make an observation about her cramping his style in Milliways. As it is, Natasha nods, more in acknowledgment of his words than an agreement to anything.

"No work friends is good."

She breathes in and out, her eyes going slightly unfocused as her thoughts turn inward.

"Gender doesn't bother me," Natasha says at last. "But I think normal friends...do."