Her name is uttered with such familiarity that it has her taking him in more intently now - not just the oddly familiar limb on a not-quite-as-familiar form. She doesn’t know James Barnes well enough for him to sound that relieved to see her, which is a puzzle in itself.

But when he starts to second-guess himself and apologize, she’s quick to shake her head to interrupt him.

“No, you had it right, I’m Natasha. But I’m afraid you have me at a bit of a disadvantage.” She starts moving towards him again, all easy relaxed grace, not looking too troubled by the fact that he’d apparently recognized her. Even if she is still watching him closely. She shifts, hefting the crate a little higher, the weight and angle awkward.

“Also, would you mind giving me a hand here?”

That… wasn’t entirely meant as a pun.