Though it was appreciated, she didn't take it. "I'm sure." Decisive, and she left it at that, opening the door and slipping out of the vehicle. Closing the door behind her, she shook back her ponytail, adjusted her jacket, and headed for the building's entrance, a six digit code buzzing the door open.

Her apartment was on the sixth floor, at the far of the end of the carpeted hallway. Sparse but tasteful furniture was placed here and there, with heavy drapes covering every window. An open plan, only the spacious bathroom had its own door and walls, but the rest of the place was spotless, painted in cool grey-white and navy.

After opening the door, Natasha deactivated the security system and turned on the lamps.

"Find a seat," she offered. "I won't be long."