Relaxing and Natasha are certainly strained acquaintances, rather than friends. This much is for certain. She imagines Han must have a lot of free time when he's en route to anywhere in space. That's just part of the reality of it.

Most of space is well. Empty.

A smile quirks at the corner of her mouth and she nods.

"A hobby is a hobby. So long as you steer clear of tetanus it's probably fine." She taps a finger against the laminate of the table, watching Han carefully with interest.

"You good, or good at sharking?" The smile grows a bit. "Cheating, I mean."