Natasha had something of a routine to her day, though she tended to vary it between training others and sparring, but she would also occasionally go on her own mini patrols around even when she wasn't on the schedule. After spending a couple hours with John, she headed outdoors before her meeting with Diana, and as a result when she did reach the bar - early so that she could see the other woman enter - Natasha was dressed fairly simply - heavy duty boots, black jeans, a dark blue v-neck shirt, and a camo green jacket over it. She was armed, but it wasn't immediately obvious to anyone aside from possibly John, who often watched her put various weapons in their places, and her red hair was pulled back into a braid. Hardly any of the blonde remained thanks to a recent trim, but there were still small wisps here and there that teased the side of her neck, ignored.
By the time Diana did enter - and yes, it appeared she looked like the same Diana who'd been there before - Natasha had an empty glass and a bottle of vodka sitting on the bar and was herself sitting on a stool. Returning the smile when she approached, Natasha shook her hand as she studied her, then let go as she replied.
"It's nice to meet you, too. There isn't a bartender, but I can make you a drink, if you like. Or grab a second glass, if you'd rather share this bottle with me." Either way, she'd make the offer and see what Diana preferred. "I've been looking forward to talking to you, especially since John seemed a little worried at what you might tell me about him," Nat added with a small grin.