"You assess the situation, soldier," Natasha says. Her plan, such as it is, seems to be to power through and make this less awkward by sheer force of will. If she pretends nothing is wrong about this hard enough then, at least functionally, nothing will be wrong with it.

Flawless logic.

"The room is very comfortable. Food. Cushions. It's inviting..." She weighs that thoughtfully, then after a moment bites her lip. "Probably means that the orb is in another room. This is all too inviting."