That codename, if she ever heard it, would actually make Natasha laugh. It's one way to identify people, and honestly not that far off from her own system. You do what you have to to get by, to find a little humor in things. Otherwise, things get a little too bleak.

"Well, if it's for science..." she shrugs, sliding into the room and poking around on one of the shelves. A ripped tank top, some detritus in a box. "Find anything worthwhile? I thought this place had already been picked clean. Nothing left but the bones." And some less than helpful computers.