She glances over at his words, but her gaze doesn't linger on him. Her hand stays firmly over her mouth, playing the part of the prissy woman shaken up by violence to cover the darker reasons for her reaction.

For a few seconds, she wasn't sure she trusted herself to respond, let alone to leave.

Her breathing comes a little faster. On some level, Natasha would love to turn this into a fight, but she tamps down on that instinct. She can't give into that part of herself now. That was a person she was trying very, very hard not to be.

Finally, after too long of a pause, she replies, "That's going to take a minute."