She waits, pacing slightly, just enough so that she's moving, not standing still in the wind, close against the building so she gets some shield from it. It's not intensely painful, but it's certainly to the point that she would like to not be outside anymore. "It shouldn't take too long," she murmurs with a nod of her head.

Maybe this wasn't the best way to play nice, but it would give her information... and they could only hold it against her if she got caught. Which means she's careful even as she tries to get it done as quickly as possible. Not just for her own comfort -- the less time they're out here, the less chance there is they get caught.

Eventually there's a content sounding chirp, and Natasha's lips curl into a flicker of not-quite-a-smile. "Come on," she whispers to Deanna, only barely audible over the storm.