However many years lay between them, Natasha was still generally fond of Tony and did value him as a friend, but she understood that he didn't really feel the same. Still, she knew that her face was the only one he knew personally in Preya at the moment, and she wasn't going to leave him to flail at attempting to find a place and a way to settle. She wondered exactly what had brought him there, in his time, but she'd ask another day perhaps.
Stepping back as he reached the sidewalk, the former Russian gave a slight nod, understanding his meaning. If he became lost in whatever lab he'd likely started working on already, she'd have to break down the door to drag him out, which would be a shame because his house did have a lovely door.
"You mentioned pizza," she pointed out. "Did you have a place in mind or are you expecting me to make all the decisions?" The words were teasing rather than biting, and she nodded at the second question. "Walking's good for you. You'll survive a few blocks. Your shoes might even make it, too."