It's not often she does this ---- trades her gowns for whatever women are wearing nowadays.                But sometimes, she grows bored.               She is a recluse, yes; but she is                               c u r i o u s,              and perhaps that is an ironic              combination. Now she wanders               the streets of New York, hands in               her coat pockets, and observant               eyes flickering from one mortal to               the next. 

ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss prefers quiet observation over  contact -- it is easier for her to remain in her  reclusive solitude that way. But when someone nearby speaks up, directing their attention to  her, specifically, she feels a touch of dread wash through her.

    Haven't seen a woman put the fear      of God into a man like you do since I       first became an agent.                    Agent Romanoff ----                    it's a pleasure to meet you.

   Oh, gosh. Sorry, I --- didn't think anyone else would be here.

   Bloody hot out there today, isn't it?

   These fireworks are reasons why I try to avoid American holidays for all I'm worth.          [ also because right now, he's hungover as hell and the pop of the fireworks in mention are like bullets to his headache. ]