A number of emotions flicker across Natasha's elegant features, ranging from annoyance, to surprise, to amusement.  Finally, they settle on amusement, her pursed lips turning slightly up at one corner in a smile, just barely.  "Well, Billy," She says, her tone wry, "just so long as you keep your eyes open and alert, and not on..." She leaves the sentence unfinished, although the arch look she gives him, eyebrows raised, makes her meaning clear.<br/><br/>As she turns away, Natasha frowns.  She turns slightly, to regard him in profile, her head turned fully, her hips lightly, accentuating her figure under her tight skirt.  Fang vouched for him, or at least seemed to.  But the circumstances were still odd.  The flirting could be a ploy, or it could be against the plan.  Or it could just be honest interest.  Regardless, every edge helps.  Her eyes narrowing as her lips curl into a tiny smile once more, Natasha mentally adjusts her tailored pheromones once more, aiming more for attraction than welcoming.<br/><br/>Turning, Natasha takes up a position by the front of the Rolls Royce, attempting to appear casual, her expression neutral.  "Blast this weather.  Can anyone see anything?"  She mutters into the comlink as she squints out into the storm.