There were a few things about the sickness was that as she came to understand from speaking to Spider-Man, well, one of her Spider-Men, anyway, was that there didn't seem to be a ground zero. And that it didn't differentiate between born with and later obtained physical augmentations with what could only be classified as baseline humans in whichever universe. It was all quite interesting, it'd be more interesting if it hadn't been happening to people she knew, but still. Natasha made a face, her grin curling into a proper smile, "and I'm not dressed to try to pry them out of you," it was said well meaning and playful, her eyes opening a touch more to seem wider while the rest of her body language read as comically helpless for a moment (she'd learned from the very best, after all).
She'd mouthed a quiet 'thank you', to him after he'd taken her bag, tugging her hair up to wind it around itself in a tight bun as they'd started their walk -- "we have people like that where I'm from," the absolute slog that those people went through on a daily basis, though, was an absolute nightmare. And through everything, she was always surprised that some of them didn't just outright wipe everything out properly. But, there was always tomorrow? "Being armed is a luxury that I try to give myself as often as possible," her eyes rolled off to the side as they'd gone along, "though there's something to be said about hand-to-hand." While she wasn't ever a big fan of knives in the way that they were too personal, it didn't make sense that she got a little bit of a thrill from walloping someone upside their head and cracking their collar bones with her hands or her legs, or whatever else happened to be around. She knew it didn't make sense at all, but that didn't negate the fact that one was a better night on the job than the other. Probably subconscious. Probably.
"I've heard about the three hot spots," smiling, mostly to herself - it stood to reason that the coffee place was just the word, she could even hear it in all capitals when Nyx'd said it out loud. But it was pretty cute. Though this was her first time hearing about a general store of sorts. "Pocket dimensions I understand," she paused, "I thought it was a tactical simulation for a few minutes," she'd heard enough about the last time someone got into it with Arcade, it seemed fee sable enough at the moment. A seemingly vast landscape to play Survivor in, but if only a select portion of them were ill, it was hardly a contest. "That. Is quite a name for a place," a big blink before looking back over and up at her companion, "also, backtracking for a second," her hand waved idly, "not lowly." Natasha took a big breath of ..clean, fresh air and shook her head. So, it had maybe one or two things over New York. "Did you find what you were looking for," her voice piqued with genuine curiosity and maybe a little hopefulness.
Natasha gave him a long, dead stare, barely acknowledging the statement. "That's going to take some getting used to, but it seems like there's all the time in the world for that kind of thing."