[Natasha had pushed herself to be the best from the time she was a child. The night before her first mission she'd snuck out in the middle of the night and completed it on her own just to prove that she could, that she was better. She's always been driven, a survivor, and having those modifications taken away from her just makes her push harder, further.

She's grinning, a bright glint to her eyes as she actually pulls it off this time, watching him as he pushes himself up. It helps, a little, knowing that even without the augments, she can still do these things. She slips up to her feet and she nods in agreement at the statement a faint shrug of her shoulders as she rolls them out. That felt good, she'll admit.]

Haven't been able to pull it off since I got here. [There's a touch of amusement, just a little as she takes a breath.] My usual fighting style was aimed at... hallway clearing. But trying to fight like I used to with how much I lost coming here has been pretty hit and miss, and mostly miss.

[So the answer to whether she's been holding back is not exactly, but she has been a little less than top form as she relearned how to move, how to use her body in a different sort of way. She does avoid fighting as viciously as she's capable of, but she's sure the same is true for Wash. She has no interest in accidentally sending him to the medbay, after all. So their sparring really was good for her, honestly. Helped her relearn how to move, even if it didn't help her regain what she'd lost. Focus, the ability to gauge herself. She wanted it all back, but she'd take what she could get.]