One corner of her's mouth twitches at Gretel's comment, but she's not here for a debate over the finer points of law.

There's no sign that Natasha relaxes when the gun is put away, which is odd. Most humans, even those with training or good would react on some level to that. Natasha wasn't worried about iron, though; the silver, on the other hand, was a constant irritant.

"If this is how you do your job," the vampire says evenly, unblinking, "then don't let me catch you at it again."

The lip twitch becomes an almost-smile.

"Call it a chance."