Natasha also turns her head at the sound of the fire door slamming open and then shut, teeth clenched together as the corners of her mouth pull down in an exaggerated grimace. Very happy she doesn't have to interact with the woman on a daily basis. Better you than her, Harry. "I'd bring flowers." If this little incident ends up getting him fired, she's going to feel genuinely awful about that. For days, at least. Maybe she should say something on her way out.

"So..." Another prod to the tough outer shell with her baton. "Are you going to dissect this one? Second question, very much related to the first, have you had lunch yet?" She hasn't, and she's hungry. She was going to go home with a couple of claws from the stockpile she's got going in the big walk in freezer, but this also works. It might even be considered some sort of scientific research, if Harry hasn't already eaten one. Maybe. That seems like something that might fall under the umbrella of naturalism.