[ They had mentioned that her possessions would be waiting in an assigned room. Natasha is curious to see if that includes all the gear she had on her before waking up here, though it seems unlikely.
If nothing else, she notes that Nikolay has a weapon. Two, if he knows how to get creative with that cane. ]
Yes. Might as well see what I have before looking around.
[ She pauses for a moment, slipping her device into one of the coat pockets and sorting out the overly long sleeves by tucking them under her arms. There's no need to hold on to anything, her body instinctively adjusting to the motion of the train. ]
Not all of it. A lot of it, though. There's a cafeteria in the public housing unit, and the food there is safe. There are places here run by other prisoners, but they're usually open about what is and isn't spiked.
[ A pause. She's clearly doing fine standing—more than fine, one of those people who can keep their balance on a train without holding anything—but it's rude not to offer.
He inclines his head toward the open seat beside him. ]
[ That's encouraging. He's also being a lot more helpful that she expected from anyone here, and seems to mean well. Her carefully banked anger at the whole situation doesn't fade by any means, but she can swallow her pride enough to take the offered seat.
That gets a few looks from people, including disdainful stares from a pair where one where is seated normally and the other is kneeling at their feet, a customized collar around their throat. Natasha wills herself not to react, glancing instead at Nikolay to see how he takes it. ]
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If nothing else, she notes that Nikolay has a weapon. Two, if he knows how to get creative with that cane. ]
Yes. Might as well see what I have before looking around.
[ She pauses for a moment, slipping her device into one of the coat pockets and sorting out the overly long sleeves by tucking them under her arms. There's no need to hold on to anything, her body instinctively adjusting to the motion of the train. ]
Is all the food here laced with aphrodisiacs?
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[ A pause. She's clearly doing fine standing—more than fine, one of those people who can keep their balance on a train without holding anything—but it's rude not to offer.
He inclines his head toward the open seat beside him. ]
Would you like to sit?
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That gets a few looks from people, including disdainful stares from a pair where one where is seated normally and the other is kneeling at their feet, a customized collar around their throat. Natasha wills herself not to react, glancing instead at Nikolay to see how he takes it. ]
Where is your contract partner?