"Well it certainly isn't your charm that brought me over," she said dryly, lowering her cup again while she studied him in return. A faint snort escaped when he said he wasn't going to hold hands, and Nat shook her head. "Do I look like I want to hold hands with you?"
Tossing her hair over one shoulder slightly, Natasha met his eyes. "If you hate it here that much, you probably shouldn't have come - particularly since you can't leave now by your own free will."