Yes, definitely someone calling her name. Her stride doesn't falter, but her head snaps around, gaze tracking towards the source of the voice. Her eyes are a little too wide, shocky, and her brow creases faintly, as though his presence puzzles her.

He shouldn't be...here?

How did she get here?

Unease flickers across her face, before faltering beneath hard determination.

"Winter Soldier," she says. The title is Russian, but she continues in English. "Are you here to help me protect Natasha?"