She took the flashlight without a word and stood next to him, holding it up for him. The light illuminated him a little better, allowing her to make out that he was blonde and had an attractive face, but past that point she turned her attention to what he was doing with the engine.

Initially, she couldn't really tell what there was of importance to look at, so a part of her was worried that she was aiming it oddly. Fortunately, he soon started moving his hands, and so she tried to be more direct by pointing the flashlight where was touching. She wanted to ask him about what he was doing, but she kept silent because he seemed to know better than her what to look for, and she didn't want to irritate or distract him.

"Er..." she was startled by the question, and somewhat more startled by the fact that at first she couldn't quite remember the answer to the question. She paused for a moment, hoping all the while that the pause didn't make her look like an idiot, but she eventually recalled. "Around 18 months ago, I would say. Is that very bad?"

The siren's made Natasha look around, even though she couldn't pinpoint which direction they were coming from any better than he could. she couldn't see any red and blue lights, but they still sounded pretty nearby. Sirens starting up at this time of night wasn't too uncommon either New York or London, but she had no idea what that would mean for a town as small as this one. "Is that something we should be worried about at all? "