[ Her own voice doesn't sound nearly as sarcastic, but there's a wry sense in it. Natasha straightens a little and looks over her shoulder to the girl in the doorway. Blonde. Young.
Thoughtfully, turning back to typing: ]
I don't think the password is 'IWantMinesweeper' though.
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[ Her own voice doesn't sound nearly as sarcastic, but there's a wry sense in it. Natasha straightens a little and looks over her shoulder to the girl in the doorway. Blonde. Young.
Thoughtfully, turning back to typing: ]
I don't think the password is 'IWantMinesweeper' though.