Not being sure sounds somehow better than another answer he could have given her, and it keeps her from being too wary, or of calling his bluff. Instead, she accepts it, and is about to ask something else, when she's distracted by the sound of a large group of people stumbling out of a bar on the other side of the street, singing loudly.
Quickly returning her attention to the man in front of her, Natalia slips her hands into her pockets to warm them, ignoring the sharp pang of hunger in her gut. "Do you have a mission for me?"