Well, you can always come back to me to set the record straight. [ Another laugh, here, good-natured, friendly, and in some strange way this feels more intimate than their conversation before, less about trading secrets and more just about -- relaxing, in each other's company, more comfortable and conversational than they've really been before. Smiles, Laughs. He's sure Natasha has practiced them as much as he has, that she's learned to put on a smile that reaches her eyes, but right now, he hopes this is genuine enough. A gleam to his eyes, a tilt to his head. ] Until I manage to beat you, of course -- then you'll have to find some other poor soul to beat up on.

[ A determination, and a promise, there. He doesn't think he'll be able to beat her any time soon, if ever, but damned if he goes easy on her, damned if he doesn't try. Something else catches his attention too, though, missing her guns, and god if he can't sympathize with that. Another thing they can share, that's easier than secrets, than talk about men of vision and people thinking they can play with lives for the sake of their war. For the greater good. ]

I miss mine, too. [ A glance, curious, and about something so much more mundane, now, something easier to talk about, hopefully. ] What'd you use back home?

[ Guns. Lets nerd out about guns. ]