Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

At the mention of the tunnels, Natasha's ears prick. "Together," she repeats, tail swishing. "An interesting way to do it," she adds. Her gaze wanders for a moment before it slides back towards Stark again. "Lead the way, chief," she says, lips curving in a slight smirk. She'd missed a bit of social interaction— the only encounters she'd had in a while were hostile and over food. Perhaps settling down was a decent idea— maybe even in Stark's pack. It helped to know someone.