[ Natalia has nearly completed reconnaissance on the apparent hotel, ever vigilant and ready to swap masks as is appropriate, when that glint of metal brings about a pause. It can be an illusion, it can be someone else entirely, metal appendages being not nearly as unique as those with specific markings. And while that telltale star may be absent, the arm is still attached to James. A James, at least, all things considered.
[ Bare lips part as a barrage of words gurgle upwards, from code words to questions to remarks on his looks, yet the assassin settles on clarification first - ] Is this Mephisto or Scarlet Witch?
[ Tone makes it more a statement than inquiry, this old hat situation. And like a moon to its planet, her body urges a forward path, to fit limbs into and against James, but Talia executes restraint, coolly standing in her tac suit near the corner she's recently rounded. If it's the Russians doing this...Hell hath no fury like the Black Widow.
action ; you are insane, my desire, a dangerous game, love.
[ Bare lips part as a barrage of words gurgle upwards, from code words to questions to remarks on his looks, yet the assassin settles on clarification first - ] Is this Mephisto or Scarlet Witch?
[ Tone makes it more a statement than inquiry, this old hat situation. And like a moon to its planet, her body urges a forward path, to fit limbs into and against James, but Talia executes restraint, coolly standing in her tac suit near the corner she's recently rounded. If it's the Russians doing this...Hell hath no fury like the Black Widow.
[ Or so she's always been told. ]