"Does it matter?" Natasha says. Her expression remains stoic, but there's a tension in her posture, behind her eyes, that belies the front. She's not sure where he's going with this. If he's just toying with her, or if he intends to try to leverage this information to some end he hasn't yet revealed. "Some woman you don't even know? Maybe she has. Maybe she hasn't. All you can really really know is what she's done and what she's doing now."