In any other situation Natasha would pull away, because Alice grabbing her hands so boldly and twining their fingers together should set off several red flags. There's something about her though, perhaps the way that she's so starkly genuine upon first meeting, that calms Natasha enough to lull her into a sense of security enough where she can allow it and, somehow, enjoy the contact. Maybe it's because she's gone so long without it... it's not until now that Natasha realizes, touching Jasper's face was the first physical contact she's had since her mission with Steve.

"I have you tucked inside of my jacket," she repeats aloud with a hint of tease, "seems a little counter productive, don't you think? But yes, the coffee mug thing, you're... right about that." She looks almost sheepish. "I just thought that it would help him a little, considering how much he was struggling to be around me." That's a strange little detail that Alice couldn't possibly know unless she really did have visions of the future, but Natasha is finding that easier to accept than expected. Once your best friend is mind controlled by an alien god with a staff that closes space portals, psychics don't seem to be much of a stretch anymore.

"So you really believe it?" She lifts her hands a little, still holding Alice's in her own, and Natasha can't help but run her thumb across the back of them to feel how smooth her skin is. "Your vision? Are you sure it wasn't a different angry redhead?" She gives a slight smile, crooked and playful. "One with a better temperament? This - I don't do this," she gives Alice's hands a little squeeze to clarify although, she supposes, apparently she does, "transparency and trust aren't really my thing."