Natasha lets herself be pulled closer, going as far as to lean into him a little, a hazy not-quite smile on her face. Clearly, she's a little affected by the fire alarm going off, but she's already starting to forget about it, for all that it was apparently a false alarm, and is eager to get back to her night. Less obviously, more realistically, she keeps an eye out for James or any other complications as they head for the doors. She's not sure if the fact that they seem to be getting away scot-free makes her more nervous or just relieved.