"He did." The spy confirms with the barest hints of a smile. Once they've arrived in Hunter's studio Natasha stays still a moment and sweeps the area once with her eyes. Old habits die hard, but the reflex only lasts a moment.

She's heading toward the window soon, taking a look out at the city below them. The skyline. No signs of an alien invasion here. New York looks as thriving as ever.

"What year is it here?" She turns to Hunter when she asks. Then glances at Jim. "Have you turned the translator back on? Can you understand us? Он работает сейчас?"