The confidence that Alice shows to simply walk into Natasha's arms without hesitation makes her heart flutter a little, and she knows well enough to not question why. One of the reasons she's gotten so attached to Alice is because she's everything that should fear Natasha; smaller, sweeter, kinder... she's the kind of person that Nat would eat alive if she had to in the past, and yet there's no hesitation when she curls up against Natasha's side, nose to nose and staring at her eyes as if trying to find something. Natasha feels like a person around her. It's as simple as that.

Instead Natasha stares at her, searching her face for a moment before she swallows hard, and that's when it really hits her. They're staying here, which means that Natasha is staying here. So very abruptly, her journey is over, and she hasn't expected it. The fridge is filled with food for her, her things are in the closet and her makeup is now set up in the bathroom after she had to do it earlier that day. She doesn't have to do this again.

It's foreign. Surreal.

"I... don't really understand that." She admits quietly, eyes still searching Alice's face before they finally flutter down to her lips, still slightly more pink than the rest of her. Natasha moves her in her arms, bringing her more directly forward, and she stares at the woman with a strange sort of curiosity and comfort. "I like it, though." She sounds breathless, and it's because she is, although she reminds herself that she has no reason to be. "I don't understand it but I like it." It could be her recent search for physical connection, or maybe it just feels like the right thing to do when Natasha leans in, and instead of kissing Alice on the cheek she lets her lips brush against Alice's just barely; just enough for it to not be an accident.

"I've never wanted to be anywhere. It's nice."