Natasha just stands there for a moment, staring after him. Then she sighs. "Fuck."

So much for her quiet evening, and she's got a grappling line from the Bite on her right wrist sunk in the floor as she jumps out the window after him. Should have just knocked him out, set the leg, made him comfortable on one of the couches. Not that it would have earned her any points, but he didn't trust her to begin with, and at least he'd have gotten a decent night's sleep.