Lifting her chin in understanding, Natalia watched casually as Clint took aim. To say she wasn't impressed would be an outright lie. He was definitely worthy of his title. However, she didn't give way to how awed she really was.

Moving over to a stack of mats off the wall, Natalia watched. Both Clint and his skill. It was habit for her to study, put herself in front of him as if she were engaged in battle; to learn his technique, his faults, and weaknesses. He was cocky.

She looked at him just as he did and their eyes fixed for a long moment before they moved to the target.

"Bravo, Agent Barton." she said, moving off the mats to take a better look. "It makes sense why they sent you after me. You have quite the eye."