"Like it doesn't bother us?" Natasha smiles, putting her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her hand.

"We're trained to ignore it," she's aware of the people around her so she keeps her voice low, "there's always a chance that we'll die on any mission. May as well go out with a bang then whimpering in an alley, or on a couch." She snorts, "a cylon? You've been watching too much tv."

Natasha shakes her head, "well in that case, you get no sympathy from me. It's your own fault."