"Yeah, you and me both. Head-clearing, I mean, not flying. I'm not quite as spectacular as you are," Natasha said with smile. There really wasn't much to do around here other than work on survival skills and hang out with people: fix fractures, have hard conversations, enjoy the time spent together. Which was not to say that she was bored, because she wasn't; boredom would be another thing that it would have been kind of ungrateful to feel. This was the good kind of nothing, and she'd been deposited in this world straight from the bad kind of nothing. She would want something to do. She knew that. She liked being useful, even if she hadn't quite figured out what it was that she had to offer to the population at large - it wasn't pizza, or running a bar or a coffee place. It wasn't tinkering with devices and figuring out how to keep everyone connected.
It also probably wasn't going to be "keeping everyone supplied with vampire porn", either, because if the doors ever opened into a bookstore again, she would get up the guts do some comparison shopping. This really was an object lesson.
She thwacked Carol's upper arm lightly with the book, closed her eyes as she tilted her face up towards the sun. She'd probably burn soon, that was the curse of being a redhead, but for right now, it felt great. "Probably should have picked running myself. I'm not in bad shape, but it wouldn't hurt to get back to where I was." She opened her eyes again, looking at her friend quizzically. "Wanna share whatever's in your head that needs clearing, though? I've been told that I'm a huge pain the ass when it comes to listening to problems, which means I probably give very sound advice."