It was really no surprise that Clint came forward, he was the one who circled after all and Natasha was certain he could read her body better than anyone, the way her shoulder rolled, the bored look under the surface, the way she was humming energy that screamed this was fruitless.

That being said, Natalie smiled back with that same coy perk of her painted lips, a flutter of eyelashes and a slight twist to her body. "Yes, I'm sorry, I can't put a name to your face," Natasha knew, Natalie was oblivious to everything that didn't happen on the comfort of her floor.

She motioned to the chair opposite, crossed her legs carefully and smoothed her dress down. "I'm really sorry, there's just so many people who work here I loose track."

Her eyes slipped to Edith, something shifted but remained hidden as she gave the other woman a small smile.