She frowns, but only slightly. It's really the flicker of movement in the corner of her mouth.

Then Natasha says dreams, and Evie finds herself leaning in instinctively. "What about them?" she says as casually as she can. "You do know you can tell me anything, I hope you know that." She reaches out and gingerly puts her hand on Natasha's knee. It's a comforting gesture.