Natasha makes herself comfortable in the corner, half an eye on her companion and half on the foot traffic as she takes the first sip of her coffee. Small blessings—coffee was strong and distinct enough a flavor that she still found herself able to appreciate it. She also appreciates the heat that seeped into her fingers and having something to do with her hands.

She wasn't expecting the first question to be about her, but she takes it in stride.

"Better than I might have expected," she answers honestly. "I wondered if it would actually work, all things considered. But it seems to be okay so far."

Not exactly a winning endorsement, but still something. They hadn't chased her off with pitchforks yet, so there was that. At least some members of the team seemed to be getting used to her, even warming up. That was all she could really ask.

"I could do worse."