[ It's not so much that she stares at him than stares past him. Her expression settles into a sort of absence— it's clear that some sort of decision is being made, but it's hard to tell on what side of the divide it falls. Especially when she looks right at his eyes like that. ]
No.
[ She says eventually. A shrug, and she hitches the strap of the medical bag over her shoulder, tapping one final key on the computer before reaching for her gun. ]
I guess not. [ And, because melodrama isn't genetic: ] I'm Natasha.
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No.
[ She says eventually. A shrug, and she hitches the strap of the medical bag over her shoulder, tapping one final key on the computer before reaching for her gun. ]
I guess not. [ And, because melodrama isn't genetic: ] I'm Natasha.