Physically, she's fine. She's even dressed normally for Natasha-at-home; worn jeans, ridiculous socks, a t-shirt with writing on it (today's edition: the Jurassic Park symbol with the words 'Dinosaurs Eat Man, Woman Inherits The Earth'). But although her answering smile is her trademark crooked, it's a touch too relieved for everything to be A-Okay.

The touch of his hand to her cheek is nice, though. Familiar. She lets him, much like she would a brother.

"Chocolate-fudge cupcakes. And raisin bread. I got a little ambitious," she adds, locking the door after him. As he slips off his shoes at the rack next to her front door, she quickly brushes her hand down his lower arm.

Good, her gesture says, you're actually here. Then she pulls back and walks down the hallway back to her kitchen.

"Like anything to eat or drink?" she calls out over her shoulder.