"No rush," Natasha says. She almost tells him that it's all right, but clearly that's not the case. It seems to be in bad taste, even understanding the words would have meant only as comfort. "I don't have anywhere I have to be until dawn."

So he can take as much time as he needs.

She almost wishes she knew more werewolves. There'd been Alex, but she was gone. Before her, she'd met another werewolf working at Redbright, but only once and for only a few moments before he'd gone back to Russia—the irony in that hadn't been lost on her. Neither of them were around now to send a brand new werewolf to for advice.

Because Natasha assumes that's where this is going. She doesn't know for sure, but given the context, given the evidence such as it is, she's confident making that inference.

"How about if we start with what happened?"