To Sif it is an art, it is what she has dedicated her entire life to. But then again she comes from a culture that holds combat in the highest regard, and being a warrior was a dream she relentlessly pursued.

"If I could not fight with eyes upon me, I would be a poor warrior."

She offers Natasha a small smile in return for the one she is given.

"What of you? Have you any fighting skill?"

She suspects it to be the case, considering the fact that she has sought out the simulation room.