"No, it doesn't," Natasha agreed with Frank. Neither of them were the type to waste time on small talk. It was better this way.
"The name is," Natasha replied, leaving it open. Her response made it seem like maybe there was more to that particular story, which there was. Natasha didn't consider herself to be Russian anymore, not really. She'd thought about changing her name a time or two, Natalie Rushmore maybe. Something a little more American, but she could never bring herself to actually do it.
"Not convenient?" Natasha picked up on that. "Why? You've got shit to do back home?" Like killing more people. She shook her head. "I haven't been here long. A little over a week. There's been at least one person who disappeared randomly and then showed up again from another multiverse. I get the feeling strange shit like that is going to happen here - a lot."