Natasha was not overly worried about an incident, she had no intentions of letting herself be seen. She was the Black Widow and she was good at her job. She nodded along dutifully as he reiterated his point and her lips pursed slightly in annoyance, she had no intentions of engaging with Doctor McCoy. Her eyebrows raised just a fraction at the mention of a camouflage device, so perhaps that was what Hammer was looking for...
"Of course not." She agreed, already half turned away and made for the door.
The nondescript house was a five minute walk from the Theatre where McCoy had last been seen entering, the show would be finished now so she set off quickly. She had a rough idea from the photo's in the debrief file what to look for, however the only photo's of the man without the fur were cagey at best, especially now that her intended target was currently hiding his most distinctive feature. The transport turned out to be a plain looking black ford, she eyed it with inward sneer but got into the car and drove to her destination.
The Widow arrived just as the crowds were exiting the theatre. She noted the musical and snorted. "Wicked, really Dr McCoy?" Her voice was toneless and even, but the humour was clear. Her cold blue eyes scanned the crowd, quickly narrowing down the ones fitting the physical description. Quick and calculating as ever she narrowed it down from three possibles to one, just as he was getting into a cab. Bingo "Target Sighted." She said coolly, lips barely moving as she pressed her finger to her ear in a subtle movement disguised as pushing her hair back behind her ear.
Putting the car into drive Tasha followed the cab, keeping track of it as it weaved in and out of the traffic. She maintained a safe distance of two cars behind, so as not to raise suspicion and rolled her eyes as she saw him get out and walk into the park. "Subject is entering Central Park now." She stated, unable to keep her derision out of her tone. Why on earth were they following this man? Theatre and a night walk? What a monster. Her opinion of Hammer dropped even lower if possible. "I shall continue on foot." She said into the comms piece and got out of the car, following at a distance. What else was McCoy going to do, pick daisies?