She should've flinched at the touch on her hair, and she probably should have been afraid at the squeeze, because he could have easily snapped her small hand in an instant - and done the same to her throat in seconds. But fear was one of those emotions, the ones she wasn't permitted to feel, so she didn't. Instead, she's strangely comforted by the fact that at least he's someone she almost knows, and finally Natalia nods.
"Alright," she says quietly - English again, this time, to match his words, and she lets him lead her away.