"I know the place. That'll be fine." Natasha's not picky, and that's the closest coffee shop. She's more interested in where this is going than getting a particular cup.

She starts that direction, slipping her hands into her jacket pockets as they go.

"Lucky for me, I didn't come into this with particular expectations. Hard to fail them when I didn't have something in mind to start with." That's not entirely true, but it's true enough. Redbright hasn't disappointed her, but she expected not to be happy with everything she had to do so in that regard, meeting her expectations wasn't all that great.