I always wanted to be less dangerous than a hippo.

[Natasha could ask Andy to stop. She doesn't. The contact seems like a way to draw the moment out a little longer, not to have to retreat to the shower and then her own bed.

She will, eventually. That's the plan.

But not yet.]

I noticed. [Regarding Joe.] I'm sorry. He's a good guy—I'll miss having him around.