Noting Mr. Whital's decidedly non-wandering eyes, Natasha maintains a businesslike poise as he speaks.  She does not break eye contact while he maintains it, but does nod respectfully.  Subordinate, but not subservient.  That was the key.<br/><br/>She frowns as she concludes.  "Hmmm.  A non-specific, but numerous and heavily armed threat.  That sounds... difficult."  She lets her gaze go abstract, as though doing mental calculations.  This was not entirely artifice, of course.  Natasha casts a quick glance around the room, eying her prospective 'coworkers'.  How would they do against Mr. Whital's expected enemies?<br/><br/>After a few moments, she returns her eyes to him.  "You say that after her nineteenth birthday, you won't need our services any longer.  Perhaps you could tell us more about that.  Where and when does she exit our care?"