[ Her shoulders draw together and then apart. A minute shift, a bodily sort of tell born out of fear and adrenaline and instinct. Natasha doesn't bother to look over her shoulder — her peripheral tells her plenty. She chose this monitor for a reason. ]
Anything. Details, a wifi connection, news about July 3rd.
[ A couple more keystrokes. Natasha looks at the girl in red and lets her expression settle, but only a little. ]
no subject
Anything. Details, a wifi connection, news about July 3rd.
[ A couple more keystrokes. Natasha looks at the girl in red and lets her expression settle, but only a little. ]
You're not hurt?