[Natasha doesn't bother apologizing, but on the other side of the tablet, she shifts in place. She understands, to a point—his desire to know far outweighs any desire to protect himself. She's felt the same in the past, even if it was never about anything on this scale. If he wants facts and nothing else, she can give him that. No coddling, she reminds herself, and her tone turns businesslike.]
What do you want to know? Everything I can tell you?
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What do you want to know? Everything I can tell you?