Natasha makes a sound that's half laugh, half huff. It's kind of funny. She doesn't know what the other woman has been through, and even if she did, who had a worse day wasn't a competition Natasha was interested in entering.

Still, the idea that she hadn't had a bad day was fun. Or funny. Or something like that.

She lifts her glass and forces down a sip.

"It's not that complicated. I was thirsty. I came here."