Natasha is a rather discreet people watcher. She's learned from the best and honed the skill to near perfection. Knowing the setting around her comes equally naturally, but the restaurant she's in, allows her to let her guard down some since the owner is her landlord.

She spends a minute or so listening to the woman nearby, hearing the slight mumble and soft pronunciation of words on the menu in front of her and she remembers the days when English wasn't even her fourth language.

"You look like you could use some help deciding," Natasha says, glancing at the woman so that if she wondered who was talking to her, she know who it was.