Natasha is coming off an overnight shift, trying to decide if she wants to shower and start her day and replace sleep with caffeine, or go find something to remove her from reality a little bit until she has a reasonably good chance of not dreaming, and roll the dice. She knows Rodney's face, vaguely. She's seen him around. He's not a surprise. The fact that he speaks to her is the surprise. Never seemed all that interested in talking to her before.

She nods her head a few times, slowly. Another thrilling night on the wall. As for morning... "I think it probably depends on whether you mean it conversationally or technically," she says, a quick glance at the phone she's just pulled out of a pouch on her belt confirming that it is, indeed, technically morning. "Good-- something, I guess. Hi."

He must be familiar with the layout of the structure, since he works in it. She's wearing her own uniform, the lines of charge that run along it dull, with no current running through them, but still probably not mistakable for anything but tactical gear. The Bites are still on her hands, though also powered down. Hell, she's still wearing a gun. She's not heading for the locker room, though. She's heading for the exit. Natasha doesn't leave her gear, and it's late enough that she's not too worried about blending in on the walk to... wherever she ends up.