Natasha pauses as she considers the opening. Is it intentional? She has to believe it is, and it's early yet. Hard to say what he might have planned. She can imagine a few courses of action—but none of them too compelling.

She stands, taking another moment to consider her options. She takes his move very seriously, and doesn't intend to rush her countermove. "I won't say no to a beer," she tells him, accepting the hospitality. "Should I grab anything for you?"