[Natasha hums softly, her lips pressing into a thoughtful line. Rocking on her heels she responds.]

We've talked a few times. Suppose I've seen a little of the brooding, but more of the not knowing how to cook a potato.

[She doesn't know that it's her place to talk about some of Finn's deeper questions. His brief call on the last mission comes to mind, his questions.

When they first met, she might have scoffed at the idea of him being a brooding kid, but now, she can see it here and there between the cracks.]

I would say we're on friendly terms.