Sorry, Thor. Natasha's pretty sure you're the least stealthy or subtle person she's ever met. Which isn't all his fault, really. Anyone as big as he is tends to stand out, even without his loud and commanding presence. Nat hears him coming from a long while away, but she stays put where she is until he's standing next to her.

Though, her casual veneer of calm is quickly replaced with confusion. And with Thor, she knows she doesn't have to think about whether or not he's playing at something. That's really just not his style.

So it looks like the Capitol's playing them, instead.

"Funny, I don't remember leaving. Or ever being here," Nat turns to look at him, arms crossed against her chest. "You think it might be some sort of memory augmentation?"