( it's ... well, it's kind of a miracle the man is still standing, let alone babbling at her. she hadn't known she had a punch like that in her, not really, and his enthusiastic response has her startled out of her personal existential crisis. halfway through following with a second punch, she catches it at the last moment and stares, slightly open-mouthed — an interesting way to say hello. guilt floods in, and dropping her arm, she pulls back. )
I... ( natasha feels the opposite of okay. she feels ... shattered. like she's two different people at the same time. the natasha that knows yancai like the back of her hand is embarassed, annoyed, shocked — and maybe other natasha isn't so different, but there's something else there that she can't quite parse out. a sense of wrongness that a punch won't fix.
the pain in her head flares, and she clasps both hands to her temples. )
Sorry. I don't know what I was... ( another stumble. she shouldn't care, really. but that other her, the one at war in her head, growls at the implication she can't stay standing on her own. ) Have we met?
oh no poor doctor!
I... ( natasha feels the opposite of okay. she feels ... shattered. like she's two different people at the same time. the natasha that knows yancai like the back of her hand is embarassed, annoyed, shocked — and maybe other natasha isn't so different, but there's something else there that she can't quite parse out. a sense of wrongness that a punch won't fix.
the pain in her head flares, and she clasps both hands to her temples. )
Sorry. I don't know what I was... ( another stumble. she shouldn't care, really. but that other her, the one at war in her head, growls at the implication she can't stay standing on her own. ) Have we met?