"At least it's quiet there," Natasha says, the memory of their run in there a pleasant one. Relative to a lot of what they run into here? Well, it was one of her higher points.

That might be a little sad.

"I can think of worse ways to relax. Unwind a little." She tilts her head, listening to the current singer with half an ear while her gaze stays on Frank. "And more dangerous."