She hums in agreement, the sound turning into the kind of rumbling noise a sleepy cat can make when woken suddenly as she shifts up off her back and twists herself as best she can while still wearing her armored suit into some of the poses Natasha forced her into when she was going through her yoga phase.

A lot of it seems rather pointless, but some of the poses give a really good stretch, and it feels good in the morning.

"How big is it?" she asks as she drops one shoulder to the ground and twists her back enough to make her spine pop, referring to the town.