When he joined her, Natasha had started considering ways this could play out. In the back of her mind, there was that quiet part of her weighing possibilities, doing the math, deciding the odds. Somehow, in her calculations, honesty hadn't factored in.

Maybe it should have, because she finds she believes him.

She found herself revising her estimation of him again.

"I just moved into the area," she answers his question carefully, also telling the truth, but guardedly. "I was looking for a fresh start. London seemed like a good place for it."