The words get a genuine warm smile from Natasha as she turns to face the door, moving carefully. "Not willingly, I promise. I would rather have been stuck in the wilderness for another week with you," she says with a laugh, motioning for Hawke to come take a seat at her table, to look at the map with her.

"I'm glad you're here. I've been figuring out the route we took back from our own little sightseeing trip. Want to lend me a hand?"