Although she makes sure not to show it Natasha is admittedly surprised when he finally manages to make his way closer, wary as he is. Not because she doesn't think that she's convincing enough, because Natasha knows how to handle these situations a little more than she'd like, but because he's comprehending what she's telling him without an unexpected outburst of anger or denial. He's not simply accepting her word either, which is good, but she didn't expect him to be capable of such tactical thinking in this state. He's mentally stronger than she though, apparently, and that leads her to one question that she'll bring with her to the grave before asking; just how many times did he have to be calibrated if he's so capable of seeing reason?

"The tech around here is pretty advanced, I'm honestly not surprised that they put that thing on you," she responds to that first, her eyes moving to his hand and then back to his face. "They say that we're clones but I don't know just how much of that I believe, I haven't seen proof of it yet. They have the technology to pull it off though, I've seen their medical practices and their rate of healing severe wounds is impressive. Not that I like to admit it." Too impressive, but she can't complain. She's sitting here, after all.

"You can't let them know that you have memories. That's very important." Natasha looks at him pointedly. "They treat you like you're malfunctioning when you do. There isn't any actual reformatting going on, it's a lot of conditioning with video and media, but still. It's best to avoid that whole thing." She hesitates, and this time when she asks a question there's an edge to it; uncertainty and almost insecurity, as if she's asking for herself instead of the situation in general. "Do you remember all of it? ...The Accords? People arrive here with different stages of memory, is that - what's the last thing that you remember?"