Not much is safe here and Natasha wonders to herself if it's really safe to be leaving the sight of many others with someone she's spoken to once before. It isn't an ideal situation, but she's capable of working with surprises.

Provided he doesn't spring them relentlessly onto her.

Her gaze travels down to take in what sights she can. Seeing ahead and through the fog is futile, so maybe there's a way to recognize the greenery. There's not a lot of hard work put behind it as she steps up to his side in an attempt to read what she was most familiar with: his face.

"Doesn't sound as if we're being followed." Real helpful.