Whichever Natasha means, she doesn't give much of a sign. Maybe she doesn't know herself. It could be she figures them both for the kind of people who have been in long enough they're not entirely sure how to get out.

Natasha hadn't meant to get involved when she came to London, but somehow she couldn't keep herself from trying to cultivate influence. It was instinctive at this point—the only way she knew how to take control.

She shakes her head, not sure what else to say.