Natasha's as well off as any of them can be. Her gear's still in one piece and no one's trying to kill each other today or run off with their dwindling supplies so all in all it's been a quiet shift. The shadows underneath her eyes are telling though.

"Information and arms." Snort. It really doesn't get more up her alley than this, does it? "I'll only need a minute to get my outside gear together."