For a few moments Natasha stayed quiet as she considered everything Steve had revealed to her. She knew deep down that she had won the argument with Clint, since unlike her he had a family to return to and she would never want to deprive his kids of their father. In a strange way it was... nice... to know that she died doing something worthwhile.
Natasha poured herself and Steve another round. While he couldn't get drunk, she certainly could, it just took her a little longer than most to get there. "So what you're telling me is that while I was here before, I didn't do anything to get involved enough for the bus? Therefore, it found me to be dispensable?" From that, she could conclude that the bus was sentient, and also judgmental. Still, it gave her a goal, at least for now.
"Alright, so what do I need to do?" She studied Steve's face, looking to him for guidance. "Is there anything you can suggest I do to help me get involved, Steve, so losing me is the least of your worries?"