[She listens as he goes onto explain, giving her full attention because that's the least she can do for him. Amongst those she chooses to avoid out of simply not wanting to deal with them, Thor is one of the few that Nat doesn't take that road with. It might be because they were both brought in by Clint, that she's curious about why he was brought in, what it is about him that the archer saw, maybe it's something else.

So instead she keeps the file beside her, with the poptarts pressed flat against her palms. Natasha watches him, wonders what he's thinking aboutas he speaks about someone he worked with, regarded closely. Her head tilts barely when he grows quiet.]

I hope to meet Sif one day then, if possible. [Before she knows it, she's reaching out to settle fingers on his forearm, as if it'll provide comfort. The question though, it has her straightening up, leaning back instead of close to him like she had found herself doing. A nod.] It would, granted we can get close enough.

It depends on what kind of information you're looking for, Thor.