Yeah. We really have to work on your social skills.
( she quips back, rolling her eyes as she glances in the closet he'd emerged from and then pulls out a half of a barrel of what looks like rags. balancing it on one hip, she gives him a shrug. she can use it for a counterweight or weapon if needed, not to mention it gives her story credibility; just the sort of thing a maid would carry who needed to tidy up inside. )
If something goes wrong, follow the sound of fighting.
( not waiting for a response, she strides by him, the set of her shoulders business-like. she's got guards to fool, people to see, that sort of thing.
~
it takes a solid ten minutes, but there isn't any shouting. a smile here, a fluttered eyelash there (oldest trick in the book, boring), and a promise to be back after nightfall when they're off duty and she's in. the warehouse itself is worth more than a few looks, but she'd promised to let him in.
natasha throws open the window, hanging a rag out of it as though shaking it out. )
no subject
( she quips back, rolling her eyes as she glances in the closet he'd emerged from and then pulls out a half of a barrel of what looks like rags. balancing it on one hip, she gives him a shrug. she can use it for a counterweight or weapon if needed, not to mention it gives her story credibility; just the sort of thing a maid would carry who needed to tidy up inside. )
If something goes wrong, follow the sound of fighting.
( not waiting for a response, she strides by him, the set of her shoulders business-like. she's got guards to fool, people to see, that sort of thing.
~
it takes a solid ten minutes, but there isn't any shouting. a smile here, a fluttered eyelash there (oldest trick in the book, boring), and a promise to be back after nightfall when they're off duty and she's in. the warehouse itself is worth more than a few looks, but she'd promised to let him in.
natasha throws open the window, hanging a rag out of it as though shaking it out. )