With the bottle in hands, Natalia made her way inside, placing it on the table next to her own bottle of the same brand. If you were going to drink vodka, you should drink it from the country it came from. He was okay though, and she had a feeling there might be more, but it'd probably take some time and a bunch of booze in his system in order to get him to loosen up enough to talk.
"I'll get the glasses, I don't feel like I'm going to have to explain where to find the ice," she smirked, making her way into the kitchen. Natalia didn't spent much time in her apartment and it showed. The place was neat and orderly There was a new lamp that didn't quite match the others in the main room, but Clint never really came over enough to notice it. The only person that would have been that aware was Natalia, and she was the one who put it there.
She grabbed a couple of glasses from a cabinet, "Thanks for coming over, Clint." Natalia felt it needed saying, before she decided to throw some poison in her system and possibly spill her guts.