[Worry isn't the word Natasha would use, at least not in the sense they usually think of. But she may have been concerned.

She's certainly curious.]

I can see why you'd be distracted. A lot going down.

[Sipping her martini.]

I'd say it helped. We're feeling it now, but... I'm not sure I regret that choice yet.

[It kept her from hurting anyone. Anyone else, at least.]