At the touch on her hand, Natasha eased back just a bit, a little surprised by the tenderness - and a little uneasy, though she hid that further down. She'd come to terms with what she was a long time ago, because in the end it was what she was, and she didn't really have a problem with that. "I'm...fine," she replied, glancing down at her glass as he refilled it. "There just holes in my memory, and he was able to fill a few of them."
Shaking her head a bit, she took another sip of the scotch, then gave him an amused smile at his words. "Just close?" She asked lightly, and her knee bumped his a bit. "At any rate - this man...I should remember him, but I don't. It seems they somehow manipulated my memories so that I'm missing him completely, which means they could have done it with anything - or anyone - else. I've accepted it, but..." She trailed off briefly, then shrugged. "It shook me, a little, hence my post. And it came on the heels of another recent revelation."