A curious expression crossed her face when her knife was met with an almost rubbery resistence. That was...certainly not what she expected. She would have turned something up in her intel if Ponta was secretly made of some kind of alien substance. Or a Gumby fetishist. Which could only mean one thing: the person she'd just attempted to murder in a side alley wasn't actually Ponta. Fascinating. Natasha had been in the field for a long, long time. There was an almost predictable pattern to most assassinations. Which meant that faux-Klaus had just become her number one person of interest.
Despite the incredible pressure of the hug, Natasha didn't flinch. Instead, when he pulled back, she smiled in greeting. The knife had already disappeared back up her sleeve. "What are the odds?" she answered. Her arm was surrendered easily as she allowed herself to be steered back out into the crowd. Everything was information. The pain. The plan. The disguise. She had no intention of making a break for it before she figured out what happened. You could take the girl out of the Red Room, but the Red Room had yet to entirely leave the girl.
The nearest cafe had outdoor seating, and Natasha plopped herself down in one of the chairs. If whoever she was now sitting across from wanted her dead, she'd already be dead. Which meant someone was interested enough in her skills to take Klaus out of the picture. "If you have any people back at Klaus's base," she remarked conversationally as she picked up a menu, "it's rigged to explode in 5 minutes."
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Despite the incredible pressure of the hug, Natasha didn't flinch. Instead, when he pulled back, she smiled in greeting. The knife had already disappeared back up her sleeve. "What are the odds?" she answered. Her arm was surrendered easily as she allowed herself to be steered back out into the crowd. Everything was information. The pain. The plan. The disguise. She had no intention of making a break for it before she figured out what happened. You could take the girl out of the Red Room, but the Red Room had yet to entirely leave the girl.
The nearest cafe had outdoor seating, and Natasha plopped herself down in one of the chairs. If whoever she was now sitting across from wanted her dead, she'd already be dead. Which meant someone was interested enough in her skills to take Klaus out of the picture. "If you have any people back at Klaus's base," she remarked conversationally as she picked up a menu, "it's rigged to explode in 5 minutes."