Yeah. A guy in a half-gathered suit with a bruise across his face. The easiest story to pick up is someone who likes trouble, though Natasha's not sure she can settle that with the calmness in his stare.

Not that that's important. Things evolve on a scale. Natasha, she hitches the medical bag over her shoulder a little more securely and stays still. Lashes jump once, then twice. "You know," she adds mildly, "'Something' sounds nice and ambiguous. You couldn't make it out?"