He takes the time to think back and concentrate. Eventually, one quick shake of his head answers her question.

"I had just parked my bike in the south garage, and was walking to the entrance." He doesn't specify where. You never know who's listening, and Natasha will know what he means. "I don't remember losing time. I don't feel like I've been drugged. One minute I was there, and the next--"

He spreads his hands. "You?"