"Hey. Han." Natasha steps forward, no longer concerned in the slightest about what may and may not be hiding an extra compartment ripe for sticking taps to monitor the captain.

There's something in his expression she needs to address. Her voice is quiet. Serious. Not steely and cold like it usually is, nor sarcastic and monotone. It's just...concerned.

"You're going to make it out of here. It's not an ultimatum to be sent here."