Natasha snorts at Sylvia's observation. She would have been mildly amazed if Cesare had been upfront about his suspicions with the woman herself. That wasn't the game he played—not least because ultimately he had no intention of negotiating with her directly.

"I can try. I can't promise he'll see me, or that if he agrees it'll be in a timely manner." Her lips twitch. The amount of trust being put in her doesn't go unnoticed, though she does let it pass uncommented on. They can recognize it once they see what the effort gets them. "I doubt it could do any real harm, at least."