A hint of amusement entered her gaze at his words regarding the floating creamer, and Natasha lifted her cup for a sip of her own coffee before she replied. "If you think tiny floating cups of cream are impressive, wait until you see my motorcycle." Having a wizard on hand for a consultant who was also fairly attracted to her had been extremely useful in enhancing the qualities of her various tools and vehicles, and one of her favorite things was the motorcycle he'd magically enhanced for her, and one of the best things about it? It flew.
"You'd be correct about that," Natasha drawled in regards to not wanting to waste time, though there were also times she enjoyed the cat-and-mouse game, where you drew out the conversation and parried back and forth with words. The redhead kept her eyes on his as he began to go more into his background before coming to Preya. She could appreciate him telling this in person instead of over the phone, since he wouldn't have known just how encrypted her line had been. The Russian's face never changed the entire time, aside from when she took a sip from her beverage from time to time.
"I've spent enough time as a fugitive myself that I understand," she admitted towards the end, though he didn't need to know her own sordid past, most of which very few outside the Avengers knew more than hints of. And even her team knew only the barest details - mostly what had been in the S.H.I.E.L.D. files she'd dumped on the internet a few years prior. "I wouldn't be surprised if the Ruler took it upon your arrival, and possibly even destroyed it to prevent it being a threat to the people here." Still, she would look into it. As she sat back in her seat, Natasha studied him for a moment, then latched on to a tiny piece of information he'd given - and may not have even realized. Then again, it was also possible he dropped that hint on purpose; if that was the case, who was she to keep from obliging him?
"Almost impossible to fight. Then there's an antidote, or vaccine of some kind?" Not that it had a lot to do with the reason why they were meeting in the coffeehouse, but she wasn't one to turn down a piece of information that could be useful in the future.