[Her confidence earns a laugh from Finn, as it always does. Truthfully, it's a comfort. Natasha's steady ease with her emotions was always a comfort, in some small way. She was dependable and sturdy and Finn never found himself worrying about her the way he did other people. Not because he cared about her any less, that much was obvious, but because... well...

Something about the thought sits strange in Finn's throat as his laugh peters out. Why didn't he worry?]

Pfft, no. Not since I was like... fifteen. [Finn mumbles the last part, not sure if that was too-old or not.] And I get that. I mean, the stuff that scares me now is, like...

[He trails off, looking uncomfortable for a brief moment. When Finn resumes speaking, his voice is breezy and remote.]

I dunno. People dying. Normal stuff.