She absorbs his words, hands braced on the table behind her as she leans against its edge, her expression thoughtful and focused.

"Things like that wouldn't work well a second time anyway. Thorne would be watchful for that now. If things go that far south that quickly, we're going to have to rely on ourselves to get us out of it." She glances over to meet his gaze. "It probably wouldn't hurt to have a few of us to put our heads together to come up with a few emergency plans. We can hope it doesn't come to that, but it never hurts to prepare for the worst."

And Natasha had long made a habit of being aware of where her nearest exits were.