Natasha smiles a little at that. Somehow, she's not surprised. Alex seems like a physical person—the kind of person who'd pretty quickly start to feel cooped up in a small apartment by herself. Natasha'd been the same, when she was young.

She might not be that different now, under the same circumstances.

"If you think you can manage it without making enough noise to bother the neighbors, I'd be willing to give it a shot." She takes off her jacket as she speaks, folding it over the back of a chair. "It's been a while since I sparred."