Natalia sighs, not so worn down that she can't feel some amusement for the fact that she's being led to her own table. Sinking into the chair, she waits for him to take the one opposite, then reaches for his hands.

"Nothing so bad it can't be fixed with time," she says, not meaning to be vague, but there's so much. With what new tale of borrowed hardship should she begin? The timeloop of several days ago weighs most heavily on her mind, but Steve would prefer his own ordeal remain private, and James undoubtedly so. Natalia sighs. "Do you know of a Batman?"