A frown flitted across her lips before her face returned to its almost desperate neutral expression. The woman who had spoken to her through the device she'd found had seemed to almost have a mission - but everything she said went against what Natalia knew, so she had been avoiding doing what she wanted. She didn't care about files on a computer that may or may not talk about someone who was supposedly her in the future - those could be easily altered.
Tilting her head at the man's words, she shook her head. "Not yet. We are all training to be Widows." Cutting off her words, she glanced around suddenly - that was too much to say in public, she knew, and she tensed for a blow that was probably coming as a result. When a few seconds went by and nothing happened, she changed tracks. "A woman said something about me being older. I do not believe her."