Stuff. It was the polite word for it, obviously though, there was never anything polite about what went on. And she could empathize. But those sorts of things weren't generally the sort of things she wanted to bring up for a first impression - at least not if Natasha was trying to move pointedly away from, well, stuff. and had she thought of it, it would have given her pause to ask if there were any group meetings for such things (she heard, a long time ago, that someone she knew was undergoing PTSD counseling. Not that he wanted to, but it was working. That was, of course, several other stories.) "Then I'll feel badly for the unfortunate set of events," said off hand while she looked around, keeping the thermos close to her middle, "but I'll be happy that you were the one showing me around anyway. Bottom of the barrel, seriously," she teased, lining herself up to walk along side of him, "so is it just knives or are you good at ..do you use arrows at all, just really curious." -- alright maybe the fact that he kept saying he wasn't the best or anything of the like reminded her a little bit of Clint, but, that also meant that she was right - and he was just that damn good.
Natasha's grin turned into good-natured laugh while her eyes rolled to the side, "alright maybe one person actually comes born that way, but still, I stand by the sentiment." She'd taken another, bigger drink at that point, and no, she wasn't just giving him any sort of service, it had been a good chunk of time since anyone had, one, made her tea, and two that she'd had time to enjoy it. But there it was - that was the laugh she knew she was going to get for asking such things.
She'd let out a knowing sigh and nodded in agreement, "I just had a feeling," she didn't mean anything by it aside from the fact that - this is exactly how these situations go. "But," she raised her free hand after screwing the cap back onto the thermos, she'd unzipped the front pocket to pull out a pack of fishing wire. "You never know," huffed while trying to re-situate everything without it falling, not as bad as it could have been. Triumphantly, she'd pocketed the wire and shyly handed her bag off to Nyx with a little shrug. "So," she started, taking an exaggerated step in front of them, "what's the nicest part about this place, can we go there first?"