Natasha nods slowly. He's not wrong about that. There's clearly ulterior motives here, especially with the way they've been lately. That long trip home had made that clear enough. Unfolding her legs, she stands, putting away both her batons and the spool of thread and needle. Standing this close, it's clear she's considerably shorter than Nida, by nearly a full head, but no less intimidating for it.

"Then I guess we should be ready for it. As soon as it shows up." She tilts her head, gestures with her chin to the rest of the room. "This is a good start. If you need help, an extra body to train, let me know. I know someone who'd be happy to help me demonstrate some of the basics, he likes being thrown around." Sorry, Jason. Looks like you're getting recruited.