Natasha is used to harsh opinions of her. At this point, she has to have a thick skin. Otherwise she'd have gone slinking off to a new city and a new nest by now, and she has no intention of doing either. Still, it doesn't escape her that Jean-Claude softens his statement or that he seems genuinely grateful she's here.

"I just came to help with clean up." She smiles slightly. "We all like to keep this as smooth as possible, keep the mess off the streets."