There's something to dealing with someone who knows the score. Who knows what it means to be forged into a weapon. Doesn't need to have the hard truths spelled out for them.

"Yeah." No sense crying over spent rounds. She looks out at the darkness beyond the torches. Doesn't seem like there's anything more to be said, so she nods stiffly, reaches out to give the spy's shoulder a tentative pat. "Go get some rest. I'll... keep you posted if anything develops."

She takes a couple of steps away before Ghost whispers to her, "Don't forget the shovel."

Blaze looks around, strides over to grab it. She gives the shovel a sheepish little wave at Natasha before she strides hurriedly into the dark, seeming glad to have the awkward conversation done with.

Then it's just Natasha, and the wind, and the shadows beyond the torches...

...In which something is moving.