He's trying. Natasha's expression goes still, like there's calculations going on and she can't be bothered expending valuable energy into making something friendly show in the set of her eyes. One blink, then another, and she nods. That friendly attempt at a smile of his doesn't get one back. ]
Partially, [ She repeats. It doesn't sound skeptical, exactly, but there's a wry element in it. ] Okay.
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He's trying. Natasha's expression goes still, like there's calculations going on and she can't be bothered expending valuable energy into making something friendly show in the set of her eyes. One blink, then another, and she nods. That friendly attempt at a smile of his doesn't get one back. ]
Partially, [ She repeats. It doesn't sound skeptical, exactly, but there's a wry element in it. ] Okay.
Do you need anything from the med bay?
[ "Partially". Blood transfusions? Clotting factor? ]