"Wished," she corrected, letting go of the empty mug as her eyes returned to the city. If anyone had told her five years ago she'd be having a nearly normal conversation with Loki of all people, she would have laughed in their face - yet here she was. "I'd grow bored if it was quiet for too long." And chances were, from what she'd seen so far, that that was never going to happen. But she was starting to be okay with that - after all, it was her life now.
Sitting up at last, Natasha studied Loki frankly for a long moment, before speaking again. "When you say you want to move forward, what do you mean, exactly? Are we going to have a problem in the near future?"