[The comment about sweaty guy smell gets a snort out of Natasha, scoffing softly at the way he says it. Not that he's wrong, she imagines, though it's not something she's especially worried about.

The view pans away from the coastline and back to Natasha's face.]

It can be. [She studies his expression, taking in the signs of fatigue from the road. Or maybe looking for chicken scratches.] I find usually when that happens there's something that's changed. Either you've learned a reason not to find the original thing frightening anymore...

Or you've found something scarier.