Natasha is watching him carefully, even though it looks as though she's going over her own weapons. She watches every movement, every nuance to his stance.

Solo has seen combat, but isn't a fighter by nature. He favors the element of surprise to raw power or accuracy. She wonders briefly if he's as quick at running as he is at drawing his blaster.

His tactics are for intimidation factor as much as they are for speed. He carries himself with a confidence that no one will get the drop on him. It's an interesting technique. When he finishes Natasha clicks off the safety on her pistols.

She stares downrange with her hands at her sides for a good moment, taking in everything. Both hands snap up to the table and grab her guns simultaneously. Up to shoulder height. Her gaze flits between the two guns' sights as she unloads the entire clip pf each into her target.

Nothing about her stance is locked, her posture left fluid in case she needs to fire while on the move. Natasha's are headshots, though if Barton were here she's certain he'd have an infuriatingly small cluster compared to hers, it's pretty impressive all the same.