[ Natasha laughs. It's an exhale of amusement — she had, actually meant weapon rather than gun — but even if her laughter is genuine, it's still meant to have a relaxing effect. ]
Well, I don't think we're going to get attacked by robots anytime soon.
[ Also a subtle way of testing what Pepper last remembers. Natasha doesn't make it obvious by staying on the subject, just hauls the bag over her shoulder and takes point, glancing out the doors. Her shoulders tense around the corners, but otherwise it feels like she knows where she's going.
Natasha holds the door open for Pepper by propping it with the side of her foot. Ladies know other ladies know how to take care of themselves, but this is just efficiency. ]
There's a vehicle bay out this way.
[ Maybe don't look at the horrifying message scrawled on the inside of the front doors either, Pepper. ]
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Well, I don't think we're going to get attacked by robots anytime soon.
[ Also a subtle way of testing what Pepper last remembers. Natasha doesn't make it obvious by staying on the subject, just hauls the bag over her shoulder and takes point, glancing out the doors. Her shoulders tense around the corners, but otherwise it feels like she knows where she's going.
Natasha holds the door open for Pepper by propping it with the side of her foot. Ladies know other ladies know how to take care of themselves, but this is just efficiency. ]
There's a vehicle bay out this way.
[ Maybe don't look at the horrifying message scrawled on the inside of the front doors either, Pepper. ]