( natasha is no stranger to a quick turn pivot; she'd been intending to check out the wares at that particular stall, but when an arm is thrown around her shoulders, she plays along. she doesn't have much of a choice, anyway. as it happens, wen kexing has happened to choose a superb actress out of the crowd. )

Oh, you know me — I'm so much more a silver. ( she simpers, look on her face vapid and empty. ) I thought you said you were going to buy me something sparkly! I want sparkles!

( she decides that stamping her foot might be playing it a bit too seriously, and allows herself to be tugged out of the stall. once at a reasonable distance, the act drops like a curtain and she glances behind them, eyes narrowing. )

What did he want?