"It was a joke," Natasha said mildly. This seemed to keep happening to her. Apparently making jokes about the modern world to people who came from only God knows where was doomed for flat punch lines. With Clint still upset with her, she didn't have any worthy snarky conversation partners. "In my time, most drugstores offer one hour photography processing. I didn't actually expect it to be ready here in an hour."
She fell quiet, listening to the pair talk about a 'back room' whatever that meant. These two seemed to exist on a different frequency. "I hope your back room is equipped with what you need," she commented. "It would be nice to see what's on the camera. The car has been such a mystery to the town, maybe this holds some answers." She wasn't holding her breath, of course, but something was better than nothing.
Quite aware of how Rosalind was looking at her, Natasha kept her expression trained to a neutral one until she replied, "Nearly two months now. Though from what I've been told and what I've seen on the Network, I was here before. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I don't recall my previous time spent here. And what about you two? Did you arrive together?"