Natasha's expressive mouth pulls to the side, more bitter than wry.

"Like us," she echoes. For a moment, she looks like she is going to say more, but she swallows it.

"Well. To be objective for a moment, I'd say he sounds...like he's probably suffering too much Post-Traumatic Stress to be an illusion. It'd be too big a gamble on your reaction. Probably.







But I had to ask," she adds, softly.