"I don't know about that," Natasha says, torn a bit between being amused and being surprised. Those two reactions aren't mutually exclusive, though. "Better than not running into each other at all?"

Who knows if that's true? But it sounds good, and Natasha is willing to let herself believe it for the moment, sipping on a gin and tonic and eyeing him sideways—taking in the way he tracks Lancelot.

"I didn't realize you two were friends. Though I suppose there's no way I would have...?" She raises her voice slightly at the end, turning it into a subtle question. Should she have known?