In all honesty, these kinds of reunions were becoming old hats for Natasha. Too many times, she'd had this exact same reunion with someone from her world - another person who thought she'd died and who she'd surprised by greeting them. They hit her differently now, emotionally-speaking, than they had in her first couple of months of arriving in the hotel...but that was to be expected, now that she'd been here very nearly a year.
Walking into the bar was as familiar and natural as most of the other places here, and her eyes swept the room with their same casual care, before settling on her friend standing by the long counter at the far end. Normally, she was often the first to arrive, ready with a drink and an open mind - but tonight she'd opted to spend some time with Yelena first, and meet her dog before heading for her date with the "space god".
Catching Thor's words, Natasha's lips curved into a faint smile before she gave a slight shake of her head, appreciating his candor. Physically speaking she hadn't changed to much: her hair, now pulled back in a loose braid, was longer but the blonde was all but gone thanks to her self-trims over the months, and she had stayed in shape easily enough. Her form right now was highlighted by the dark blue jeans, short boots, gray and white striped v-neck shirt and black leather jacket. She was armed, but not so that it would be easily visible to most people, and she didn't bother reaching for any of her weapons as she approached the Asgardian.
"Space has done you good, it seems." Sure, she'd seen him the last time he'd been in the hotel several months earlier, but this Thor looked different even from then, and she studied his eyes and face on reaching him. "How long has it been, for you?"