She watched as he checked over the axe, having expected nothing less. If she'd had such a weapon as that to call her own, she would have treated it the same way no matter who had looked after it while she was unable to. Natasha's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she caught the reaction to the sharpness of its edge, but she opted not to comment. He was a proud man, after all, and she doubted either of them really wanted to talk about death and dying right now.
"You worried us, particularly Wanda and Steve. Since there was someone powerful enough out there to stop you, well....it was a concern." Natasha tilted her head slightly as she watched his face. "This isn't the first time someone has died here - and every time, they've come back. Usually it's the same evening, but occasionally it's whenever the hotel event...ends. It seems that's what happened in this case, with you and several others."
Still, she felt a distinct sense of disappointment in her own abilities, for not doing more to keep people alive. For months now, the residents had essentially stuck to their own close friends or acquaintances, and hadn't really united under true leadership. Yes, she had the patrol volunteers and that was better than nothing, but she was troubled by many of the events that had happened and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe they should establish some type of overall leadership.