Oh, she very much wanted to ask him if he'd ever been accused of being a bit of a romantic, because the way that he was wording things - it just seemed to wind in that direction. There were worse things to be, after all. "You don't know that," countering, "you might hate the kind of music I like," nodding like it was the end all answer to all things, "causes big rifts between people where I come from, at least when you're in your twenties," unable to stop the absolutely unattractive snort/giggle that came with that statement, she waved her hand, "excuse me," between giggles, "and I laugh at my own jokes."
"You would think that and you would be right," this would have nothing to do with the times that Maria Hill tried to confiscate her private armory - except it absolutely did. "Unless of course, you're just being shown around in a completely unassuming place with a new person who has a very flashy knife," gently teasing Nyx again while she looked up at the sky from where she was leaning, "then it's textbook calm and there's nothing to worry about." It was interesting, this person, this incredibly sweet, welcoming person who very well could have tried to take her head off if he'd wanted to seemed incredibly gentle, but you could just tell that the rigors of warring things and fights and battles were written all over what he'd projected. She wouldn't want to be on the business end of that knife though, she knew that much. It seemed like another instance where it would just make her heart hurt a little more, there were things you did on your own accord of course, but people didn't say things like lowly without other influences.
She considered what he'd said for a moment, "what she told me about it was - this guy had backers, people who were paying to watch, it was like ..do you guys have gladiatorial combat? It was like that and he had a ringer and they wound up killing off the other.. four people? It was a mess," she tutted and shook her head. "If it's all the same, I hope you don't wind up in something like that," giving him a small, genuine smile in the process.
Natasha held the thermos out and shook it a bit, "hydration, come on, I've been keeping you out, you have to share," before listening to the rest of what he'd said. "That's acceptable," it wasn't, but she wasn't going to push it. Too many people that she had good relationships with were dangerously selfless, and it did sort of sound like that was the direction his words were going. "But what if they hear you," whispering not so quietly, "no, they always are, that's not surprising. ..that's not very long at all, so, you could potentially still find the way out, yourself, right?"