[Natasha crosses her arms over her chest and gives Vasta an unimpressed look, having heard her stomach rumble in protest.]

Finish your lunch. I'll stay out of earshot, if that will make you feel better. [She pauses to glance around, then points up to one of the higher buildings.] I'll be up there. Between the height and the storm effects, you'll be fine. Take your time. I'll call down a warning if I see anything approaching.