Natasha takes the time to take a long shower and get dressed in sweats, more towards gym sweats than sleeping sweats this time, her hair drawn off her nape in a low, sporty ponytail by the time she comes downstairs. She hadn't bothered with makeup or anything like that, just simple creature comforts for a person who really isn't used to sharing space like this, not anymore; not even for a con. She brushes behind him as he works in greeting, pressing a hand to the back of his elbow on her way to find a cup and pour herself a cup of coffee. She adds a dash of cream more to cool it down than for flavor and takes a seat to get out of his way.

"If I had a mother she'd probably be telling me never to leave you right about now."