[She scoffs at that, softly, without enough humor to call the sound laugher. Her first trip to space hadn't gone so well either.]

No, space has been a real let down every time. I'd leave it to the raccoon if I could.

[Slowly, like she's letting her weight pull her forward, Natasha takes a step toward him, then another, shrinking the distance between them a little at a time.]

But I do get to see my sister again this way.

[And implicitly, her best friend?]

You want to stand around here and gawk, or are you going to come back to my room for a drink?