Of course she was. Probably saving a whole lot of the convoy in the process. Few things are as good a distraction as charging to cut the head off the snake.

Before Isidor can say anything, however, Natasha's quiet urgence catches her attention. It doesn't matter what it might be about: Natasha's asking for a private talk. That's enough to warrant her immediate attention. Isidor doesn't hesitate in nodding and walking to a room she knows is as safe as any can be right now.

She doesn't stop until they are well past all the crowds and prying ears. After inviting Natasha in, she shuts the door firmly, and steps into the room to lean against a table.

"What is it?"