When he looked away, Natasha let her gaze drop to the glass on the table, then to his hand. Her entire life had been spent learning how to read others, how to manipulate them and how to steer them certain ways - or anticipate them. For the moment, she understood that he didn't want to. He seemed sullen, almost lethargic, and he seemed to have more of a sense of maturity than the last time they had been face to face.
At the questions, lips quirked faintly, the edges rising in a faint smile that disappeared almost as quickly. "I came to enjoy a drink, and...talk to my friend's brother." That was the truth, at least. While Natasha enjoyed baiting those with power to find their weak points, she had developed a sense of caring for the rest of the Avengers, and as such - she honestly cared about Thor...which meant she was almost duty-bound to check on Loki.
"Want to tell me what happened?" Considering people came from different points, Natasha wasn't entirely sure when exactly he was from.