[Natasha nodded at his words and, since they appeared to be a couple on an afternoon walk, she caught his hand and tugged him over to a shady spot beneath a tree. They only wanted to rest in the shade for a bit. As she sat, her own eyes swept across the house idly as she replied to James] He doesn't know him. Neither do I. Neither do anyone from my world. He's thinking of what's best for Stacey and assumes Osborn will be reasonable enough not to risk a messy incident in his own home that may draw unwanted attention.