[ There's a medical bag slung over her shoulder that, clearly, isn't actually full of medical supplies judging by its shape. There's a rifle slung over her back, too, and holsters at her thighs; Natasha looks amused despite everything. She doesn't cut a very imposing figure as half pack-mule and half woman in obvious tacsuit, but she knows how to be quiet.
The green is a little obvious.
It isn't the first time she's had to look down the sight of nocked arrow. Natasha doesn't raise her hands in surrender, just lets her expression shutter and land on something akin to amusement. ]
I'm close to you. [ It's not flirtation. She's not trying to be disarming, for once. ]
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The green is a little obvious.
It isn't the first time she's had to look down the sight of nocked arrow. Natasha doesn't raise her hands in surrender, just lets her expression shutter and land on something akin to amusement. ]
I'm close to you. [ It's not flirtation. She's not trying to be disarming, for once. ]