Han is learning the ways of the phone quite well. His thumb isn't even in the picture this time. Natasha's phone buzzes from her pile of clothes sitting in the corner of her room.

She's in her underwear doing pushups when he texts, and on the next up she shoves herself harder, popping up to her feet in a single fluid motion. She grabs for the towel on the armrest of her computer chair and wipes herself down as she flicks the phone back on.

The image Han sends makes her frown slightly. She didn't think it would be found near so quickly. She'll have to do a better job of hiding them next time.

Looks like a camera to me. You trying to peep on someone?