It takes Natasha a moment to actually see Lola, mostly because the girl isn't saying a thing. Natasha's knee jerk reaction is to give her a quick visual once-over, to try and determine what she might need. There's nothing obvious, though, and in fact the way that water bottle is angled, Natasha is pretty sure she's trying to offer help, not looking for it. So she reaches out a hand for it, the Bites on her wrists still powered on, though since their secondary power source is in the suit she is very obviously not wearing, there's no risk of accidentally shocking Lola. They just hum faintly, something in them needs fixing, but this particular issue hasn't been high on her list of priorities lately. The lines to her contact points, and the individual small burst charges in each chamber are still glowing brightly blue. Kind of like Lola's hair. At the moment, that's about as far as Natasha's attention can stretch - a young kid with bright blue hair.

Not trying to jam an oxygen mask onto her face or hustle her into the back of an ambulance, though, so points for that. It's the only reason she's taking the water bottle, because she really is incredibly thirsty. "Thanks." It doesn't sound quite as raspy as it might have a minute ago.