Once or twice. She could have read into that even if she hadn't lived the backstory right alongside him, and Natasha squeezed his forearm one more time in acknowledgement. They really had all become very touchy lately. It was kind of nice, this much contact - nice in general, feeling like there wasn't a lot of value in holding themselves at angles anymore. Maybe there were conversations that should have been had, but it turned out that if enough time was applied to a thing - time and too much love underneath it - things that had felt insurmountable grew so much smaller.
"I'm a little less....pro-interdimensional travel than I was even a couple of days ago," she offered, because it was the truth. When she had died, she had died very far from home. If this place wasn't exactly home, it felt close enough to count, as though something had been bought back for her. It interjected a sense of hesitation in her veins that surprised her; it hadn't existed before. Before, she'd flung herself headfirst into whatever came up and trusted that the strength of her mind and her legs would be enough to carry her through to the other side of it.
Still. He was bringing her. It was at least worth a look; Natasha liked information, and she liked knowing things about her circumstances. "On the subject of grabbing items, I have - I mean, I came with a few things. I had enough Pym particles on me for a return trip. They were meant to get me home. I don't have a lot of use for them, but if you'd like them." She tucked the corner of her lip between her teeth, looked at him with a little caution before she broached the next thing. Quiet. Careful. Wanting to tread sensitively. "My phone could use a little bit of a charge, but if you wanted to see...I do have some photos. Of Morgan. Not many."