Slowly and steadily, Natasha climbs the ladder and steps onto the docks flat surface with a slight teeter. She gives Tom a small flash of a smile as she takes his hand and finds herself almost immediately endeared to the older man. He reminds her of Laura, though not in the physical obvious way. They both were warm and hospitable and had an incredible talent for fussing and it made her smile. It wasn't often that she's been made to feel welcome anywhere and part of her loves it. The other part wonders how long it will take before they reel in disgust and betrayal when they find out about her past.

Natasha keeps herself close to Arthur, her body instinctively looking for his body heat as she wraps her arms around her to keep warm. That's when green eyes drift up to the lighthouse behind Tom. There wasn't much to see of the front of the house, but it felt inviting, even from the end of the dock.

At the older man's question, Natasha briefly looks at Arthur and then back to his father with an uncertain look and a shake of her head. "I wish I knew. Maine is nowhere near where I was."

A pause.

"Tea sounds good though," she replies, teeth almost to the point of chattering. "Any chance you have a towel I can borrow, too?"

The trek up to the house will be a slower one than it normally would be had her swim been like the ones she usually takes. But with Arthur there spotting her, she's confident she'll be okay. At least until they come to the stairs.