[ Natasha pretends not to hear him. Or she simply chooses not to. For a moment she huffs out a laugh at the way it moves, not unkind in the way her fingers sort of ghost over its snout, like she'd shake its hand if it were a little more humanoid. ]
I've been getting that a lot.
[ She says, then looks up at him to meet his eyes. ]
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I've been getting that a lot.
[ She says, then looks up at him to meet his eyes. ]
Do you know me?
[ In most circles, it's a courtesy question. ]