"A pleasure, Mr. Summerby." Natasha shook the offered hand, then arched a brow as the tray held itself up. While it was fairly impressive, she'd seen enough things that looked like magic in her own world that it didn't quite astound her. "Thank you, I'm a big fan of coffee." Reaching out without hesitation, she picked up one of the cups, disregarding the additives, and took a long sip. Over the years, she had secretly become rather picky about her coffee, but there were times where beggars couldn't be choosers.
She wondered just what this test of his would consist of, but gave a nod - that had, after all, been his condition to speak with her. She took another drink from the mug, then set it delicately back on the tray. "Will you be walking with me, or is this a solo venture?"