Natasha catches the look that Deanna shoots her and she nods slightly, the gesture small, as calming as they can afford. Neither of them with any interest in getting caught, the best they can do is stay silent and see how much they can hear. There are words that concern her -- things like why would you reverse it?.

Natasha understands in a breath what thin ice the exotics are on here. Diya isn't going to send them home: she wants to bring more of them here.