He didn't attack her or run... That's something. Though her eyes flick to his hands. He could have a weapon in his pocket. The Smithsonian had tight security, but that's nothing to someone like him.

Her own hands remain in sight. She shrugs, folding them in front of her. She switches to Russian, matching his adopted language, "You need to disappear. I can make that happen." The city has ears. Even with HYDRA crippled there's still a chance someone could be listening. She takes a couple steps closer, lowering her voice slightly. "If there's anyone left, they'll be watching the safe houses. I know of ones that are neither HYDRA nor SHIELD controlled."