She watches him carefully, and Natasha almost wishes that he'll lash out just so she can shove that confused face into the wall. But he doesn't, and she behaves, her eyes not moving from him as he starts to slowly work his way up to his feet.

She does, however, give a dramatic gasp when he responds, eyebrows rising and eyes widening all at once. "And he can speak! Here I thought the only language you knew was attempted murder, what a refreshing turn of events." The words practically drip in sarcasm, and she makes no show of moving back until she sees the way that he stands there; defensive. Uncertain.

Natasha rolls her eyes, and she gives a sigh of exasperation, but she takes a step back to give him some space. One.

"Yes, because we both know that when you wake up to a room full of scientists telling you that everything in your head isn't real, the first step is to believe them. Blind trust, it's a skill we're both well versed in given our track records." She's usually gentle about this, carefully prodding to guide her target to their own realizations. Then again, her target isn't usually someone who's tried to kill her three times. He can deal.

"Ya vyglyazhu dostatochno real'nym dlya vas?"