[Her unease is making the hair on the back of his neck prickle. The gun slips into the holster, but the tension is still there, both of them ready to spring into an attack at the first sign of trouble. Natalia, there's distrust in her eyes despite the fact that she's easing back, but the strange thing is... she is his Natalia, the scent is dead on, not like some of the others, so something else was off.]

... yea. [He agrees with her statement with his own suspicions.]

[He eyes her, brow furrowing for half a second before easing.] Just behave yerself, kid. [He says, to most it would sound good-natured, but he knew Natalia wouldn't miss the edge of warning there.]