[ At the sight of the weapon, memories of missions and rescues and well-meaning watchfulness play out in the Russian's mind, most gladly but a few with a bitter aftertaste. And makes her ask - ] The duffel bag; what was in yours, if I may ask?
[ Natalia looks from the gun to the owner, hovering in the center of James's room and committing the layout to memory. Ritual drives the categorizing of every possible thing that can be used as a means to cause harm (not against James, but in defense of him, should anyone be fool enough to carry out an attack), but she's also learning his space. The space he took up without her while being trapped here.
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[ Natalia looks from the gun to the owner, hovering in the center of James's room and committing the layout to memory. Ritual drives the categorizing of every possible thing that can be used as a means to cause harm (not against James, but in defense of him, should anyone be fool enough to carry out an attack), but she's also learning his space. The space he took up without her while being trapped here.
[ She hates knowing that. ]