While he gathers the dishes, Natasha takes her photograph and vanishes into her bedroom. She has a copy - she has a few copies - but even still, it's the only photograph of Alexei Andreyevitch she has. It goes back in the safe.

She comes back quickly enough, after some thumps as she moves things around her room, and then arches her eyebrows at him.

"I always do," she says. With some people, there'd be a trace of embarrassment there, some hint that she's frustrated she can't shake off the effect of food deprivation.

But, Steve?

Depression, war - he'd understand.

"You're okay, though?"