The smile shifts, lilting into a smirk when she hears the whistle and she gives him a quick, amused look as he steps inside. "I haven't been in either." She's seen the exhibits advertised around the city, but hasn't had time to attend during the day when they're open. Natasha has to assume at least some of them will be on for the evening.
"Oh yeah? Let's see," she answers, making a gesture to indicate he should open his coat so she can see what he's wearing. She lifts her own coat off of the hook on the wall and slips it on, zipping it up before she pulls on the leather gloves that were in the pockets. The cold outside is bracing, a chill in the air that threatens ice on every available surface by morning.
She gives Bucky an appreciative look once she gets a look at what he's wearing, eyes lifting to meet his as she says with a hint of playfulness, "not bad. I like the peacoat, too." It suits him.
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"Oh yeah? Let's see," she answers, making a gesture to indicate he should open his coat so she can see what he's wearing. She lifts her own coat off of the hook on the wall and slips it on, zipping it up before she pulls on the leather gloves that were in the pockets. The cold outside is bracing, a chill in the air that threatens ice on every available surface by morning.
She gives Bucky an appreciative look once she gets a look at what he's wearing, eyes lifting to meet his as she says with a hint of playfulness, "not bad. I like the peacoat, too." It suits him.