Natasha follows and watches with a curious look, although when the woman glances back over her shoulder at her with that request, Natasha can't help but grin. "I'm not in the business of spilling secrets, don't worry. It's a useful trick to have." Because she could appreciate the skill all too well.

When the woman gave her that odd instruction, Natasha cast the door, then Selina a skeptical look. "Ask what? The door? What am I supposed to ask it for? A person? A place? Maybe a nice bottle of vodka?"