Blaze grunts, kind of annoyed that Natasha's laying it out for her like she's some kind of green recruit buuut... on the other hand she kind of deserves to be treated like one, doesn't she? Besides which, she hears that shake in the spy's breath and hearing Romanov sound afraid is more unsettling than if she'd just yelled at the Guardian.

"I know," she says, trying to reassure her friend. "I will. And you'll be the first to hear about it." She pauses. "For what it's worth... it wasn't any plan of his. I had the idea to ask him in the first place. Far as he's concerned I'm just some bot he met at a party one time."