[Yeah Kate has found when people who are considered the best spies the world has to offer tell her not to worry about it, she should definitely start sweating. Is it too late to make up an excuse about, ah, anything else she needs to be doing? Well, okay, she wouldn't actually leave because there are too many questions she has for Natasha, but still.

And hey!, she's technically Clint's. Just not your Clint. Shouldn't that count for something? At least it should count for more than Tony's claim on somebody.

Kate slips into the shop easily and looks around, taking in the customers, the atmosphere. If someone asked she might say she's taking in threats, noticing tactical advantages, but as it is--well. She's mostly scoping people's plates to see what looks good]

Starving, actually. Have you seen what they serve in the Down?
Look, I'm in college, I can survive off a packet of ramen and some dreams--

[Kate Bishop of the Bishop Fortune has never had to just eat ramen for dinner once in her life, but she can lean into a stereotype, okay?]

--but that stuff is one step under edible and headed the wrong direction.