[ Natasha blinks, once, in surprise, and then her expression turns wry. A stranger — a child — with such quiet movements and easy grace. She didn't climb up completely unnoticed: there's a .22 in the folds of the blanket, hidden expertly once Natasha realised the soft, almost silent sounds against the wall didn't ring right for an adult's. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ The room is bare of character. Natasha doesn't believe in keeping many possessions and this isn't a place to make a home. The only telltale objects are two Glocks, loaded, safety off, on the table out of both their reach, and the red hourglass belt Natasha wears. ]
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[ Natasha blinks, once, in surprise, and then her expression turns wry. A stranger — a child — with such quiet movements and easy grace. She didn't climb up completely unnoticed: there's a .22 in the folds of the blanket, hidden expertly once Natasha realised the soft, almost silent sounds against the wall didn't ring right for an adult's. ]
Something I can help you with?
[ The room is bare of character. Natasha doesn't believe in keeping many possessions and this isn't a place to make a home. The only telltale objects are two Glocks, loaded, safety off, on the table out of both their reach, and the red hourglass belt Natasha wears. ]