Natasha is still in the black scrubs from the day before, hair finger combed and braided, the natural curl keeping it from coming undone. She no longer looks like she just dragged herself out of a fountain, and armed with Clint's explanations, she at least has the lay of the land and a general history.

Wanda looked tense, but fine, though Natasha noticed how that tension only really amped up when she was spotted. She just nodded her head at the girl, acceptance and recognition. "Wanda. Are you all right? You look..." She raised a hand, twirling her finger around, trying to encompass the look on the girl's face and the set of her shoulders.