Natasha sort of just looked at him, what a ridiculous way to put something. Mostly on her part, but the way he took it in stride was quite endearing. She shook her head and waved it off, "of course I'd like to ask later, although," her eyes were made big as if there were some far off comical worry, "you might not want to be around me, which would be understandable."
The pause and the beat in conversation was just nice, it wasn't a quiet that Natasha felt the need to fill out with idle chatter. "I have to think about it more often than I'd like," she shrugged a little while they went on, "clothes and close quarters dictate things not be bulky in case of you know, x happens - and x almost always happens," no matter who would try to argue differently with her, there was always room for prep and weaponry. She took in a big, deep breath of the air, it smelled fresh, but not quite the kind of fresh that you'd find in the great wide open or the woods or anything. It was, well it was interesting. "It's not something that I engage in very often, but there is an element of, there's a kind of adrenaline spike there that the other ways just don't really match up with, y'know?" -- she was sure he did, was the thing. While she was trained and proficient in knives, it just wasn't something that she was all that interested in - a clean shot from three buildings away? That was clean, quiet and impressive. At least in her estimations. Though she'd never begrudge anyone who preferred the up close combat style over her methods. But then on the other hand, she was also a big fan of hanging people in meat lockers, so really it depended on the day.
"Yeah, actually," she brightened at the question. "I knew someone who got pitted against a bunch of other people a few years ago in this big battle simulator that wasn't quiiite the same as this but," her tongue clicked, "it wouldn't surprise me. Although pocket dimensions don't either, so. I am surprised at all the different people, though," humming softly with a bit of a skip in her step -- of course that changed when he'd said he hadn't looked for anything for himself. She knew that story, or at least a song that was very similar. "You don't even want like.. cake," the question was absolutely innocent. She wanted to ask if anyone ever asked him if he wanted anything, though with the names that were kicked around in conversation, she doubted very much that he'd be left in the wayside like that.
Natasha's face fell a little, the poor thing - he didn't seem like he liked the idea of people leaving all that much. She tutted under her breath, "some people will want to go, some'll want to stay, it's a lot quieter here than it is back home, so, you can't tell those things -- " she stopped and found a tree to lean against with a stretch, "yeah I think.. the legitimate boy genius said something to that effect. It's strange that there aren't -- I mean it's not, you guys don't seem to know when the shipments are coming so why would the higher ups say when anything's leaving," frowning a bit, she uncapped the tea and took another long sip. "Have you been here very long, if you don't mind my asking?"