Letting out a short sigh of relief, Natasha settles back down. After a moment she remembers her coffee and reaches for it again, cradling the mug in her hands. "Not like this. It's not normal for me."

And even if they could chalk it up as not normal, but everyone gets pissed sometimes, that doesn't explain why she can't ignore it.

"Believe me, I'm not normally..." She trails off, not sure how to finish that sentence. "Not normally an insomniac. Not this bad."