She doesn't miss the fact that he's standing between her and them. Even though she still can't hear them, he had a better view of the land. Not to mention, she really just hopes he's right. "Right. Well, it'd be rude to keep them waiting." The trees don't get too much thicker, and the smell coming off of the dead creature is wholly unappetizing. Burnt meat, yes, but it's the fur that's getting to her.

Natasha gets a good look at this man's face, now that he's up close and she has her question answered. It's a familiar face. Not quite the same, though, and she's starting to get used to that. Kind of. Just part of life here now. So she nods and heads off, a smile of anticipation on her lips. Six. That's promising.