Natasha follows after Deanna, not too close, but close enough that she could catch her by the elbow, pull her back if she was about to walk into a guard or the like. At least Natasha is fairly accustomed to people trying to talk to computers, so it doesn't strike her as too eccentric. Instead, she smiles a little indulgently, putting her back to the wall in the best position to watch the hallways as Deanna works the console.

She wishes she had a weapon, but the Cetagandans have not been particularly accommodating in that direction. Not because she'd use it against them if she had one, but she hates being unarmed. Even just a knife tucked into her boot would be a comfort.