Natasha's eyes followed Frank's fingers back down to the table and away from his wedding ring. She wasn't stupid. She had done her homework on him and she knew exactly who's wedding ring it was and why it was around his neck instead of on his finger, but Nat didn't like to fuck around. Small talk bored her and she wanted to have a real conversation with this guy.
"I don't," Natasha replied with a little shrug of her shoulders and a wry smile. She wasn't going to apologize for it either.
"Natasha Romanoff," she replied as she took Frank's hand and shook it. She wasn't usually one to shake hands with people she only just met, but she kind of already felt like she knew him.
"You're stuck in this shithole too then, huh?" she asked rhetorically just before she took another swig of her bottle.