L.L. was far too excited to be phased by the knowledge that Natasha also used the penthouse. Her feelings toward the woman were complicated. She didn't dislike her, not really, but she didn't necessarily like her either. There was a hint of jealousy when she thought about her close relationship with Bucky and a strong feeling of disappointment at her decision to avoid her son. She did feel empathy for her, though. Natasha had a lot of trauma she was still struggling to get through (no matter how much she tried to hide it) and, if her eyes before she left L.L.'s apartment a couple weeks ago were any indication, she seemed lonely. Despite her mixed feelings toward the Russian, L.L. did hope someday she could find someone to fill that void. Just as long as it wasn't Bucky.
"I love it, of course!" She exclaimed after giving the penthouse's living room and kitchen a once over. She beelined it to one of the windows to peer out at the picturesque view of the Eiffel Tower. "This is amazing... honestly, how do you even manage to snag places like this?" She turned around and returned to him, smile still wide and eyes glinting as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"