Natasha paused, bottle halfway to her lips. "From the heat or from the food?" Because honestly, the former was oppressive; not even in the desert had she ever felt such heavy heat. Had to be the humidity. And it made her wonder how babies weren't born with gills around here, there was so much moisture in the air.

But the food was another thing. She'd eaten some strange things over the course of her career, but indigestion was something she typically avoided strictly out of principle. And when she could smell the Cajun seasoning just from walking past the table, it made her seriously want to find a local McDonalds and see if she could get a box of chicken nuggets, to go.

"You seem to fit in well, though." She took a swallow of rich beer, lowering the bottle slowly. "It's good. That you have a home now."