In all fairness, Natasha did not look that closely during her once over. But she was pretty sure she saw-- well, she's also going to be thinking of the horse corpse as a boy, to put it politely. "No, I suppose not." This was just one of those things, wasn't it? That desperate need for meaningful attachment that had people looking for it everywhere like it held some key to a deeper understanding of life itself instead of recognizing it for the burden it was.

Still, she wasn't supposed to think that way now that she was part of a team, and it wouldn't do her any good here. So she just managed a small smile, like she found the whole thing charming. "What's his name?" Because if Kirk was rubbing cream into the thing's face, he'd definitely named it.