He didn't expect Natasha would eagerly go back into a world that knew all of her secrets. When you considered the fact that most people, whose secrets were far less dark or deep than hers, would prefer that they never saw the light of day, it was easy to understand that she probably felt bare to the world. Natasha was heavily armoured, he knew; she had built her protections from the ground up, inside of her head. She'd had to do that in order to survive, and he didn't fault her in that or anything else she'd done in her life. She was a different person, now, and nothing demonstrated that more clearly than her act of leaking the entirety of SHIELD onto the internet.

When she leaned her head onto his shoulder, he felt her hair against his neck, but was a bit too tipsy to find it ticklish. He patted her knee. "I'm proud of you," he said. A bit vague, but it literally applied to everything she was doing. She was good at doing whatever she focused on, and her focus had shifted in a way that he knew was good for her. Whatever they had to plan, they could plan later, though. If this was a place where he could remove himself slightly from his life and unpack his head, well, he'd been planning on attempting that, already. Besides, it wasn't like they appeared to have a schedule to keep to here. "But Vegas first."