Oh, there's no question there's a plan to all of this, a plan for all of them and involving all of them. Natasha's got her own theories beginning to take shape on that. But she's not a leader, never has been, and only tried being a team player for a little while before realizing that maybe she'd be better off on her own. There were plenty of leaders here. Plenty of planners, too, and people willing to take care and lead initiatives. Looks like Reeve is one of them, too.

"Romanoff," she supplies, as he pauses and waits for a name. "Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you." Because it's the least you can do, honestly, even in times like these, and even if there's a faint irony in her voice. But she's listening as Reeve lists off his skill set, and it only goes further towards advancing some of her own theories. "Those are useful skills to have. I'm sure you'll be a big help here. Once you're settled in, you might want to head towards the forge. You can't miss it. Just head out the way we came and past the fountain, it's the big smoking building just across the park. I'm sure Tony--Tony Stark--would appreciate some help figuring out this place's electrical grid. It's...more complicated than you'd think." There's a thousand more things to go over, new arrivals have a lot to learn, but she knows better than most that too much all at once means none of it processes properly. A faint smile curves her lips, that wry look coming over her face again. "You can mention my name to him. Tell him that I thought he might appreciate another set of hands working on the grid."