"Yes, it's my business," Natasha pointed out before finishing her coffee and setting the mug down. Stretching slowly, she once again crossed one leg over the other, seemingly utterly at ease as she looked over at him again. She noted the fact that he seemed to be a little more relaxed now, and wondered just how long he'd been keeping in that story about his mother. He really was someone who seemed to be attached to his parents and his desire for their approval - something she'd never needed in her own life.
"I came to relax in peace," Natasha finally said, then gave a small shrug, following it up with a faint smile. "But I probably should have gone back to the desert for that, instead of coming here. Alas. I'm here now. And I'll have you know that I've retired at least twice before, it just doesn't seem to stick."