Or rather, she sits down. Natasha pushes the keyboard on her computer back and sits on the space it opens up, medical bag in her lap. Unzips it to look for something, casual as can be like she hadn't just pointed a gun in his direction.
Little young for a lot of things. (And your spy friend, too? They start that young?) ]
Want something to eat while you work?
[ She takes out a can of— something. The way she's holding it has only the back logo of nutritional info visible. ]
no subject
Or rather, she sits down. Natasha pushes the keyboard on her computer back and sits on the space it opens up, medical bag in her lap. Unzips it to look for something, casual as can be like she hadn't just pointed a gun in his direction.
Little young for a lot of things.
(And your spy friend, too? They start that young?) ]
Want something to eat while you work?
[ She takes out a can of— something. The way she's holding it has only the back logo of nutritional info visible. ]