[ Whether it's a trap or an offer to collaborate, it's wily, if charmingly upfront about it. It fits her picture of him. Not a manipulator, not really, but aware enough of their circles to be cagey and protective with himself and what he knows. That makes him smart just like it makes him dangerous. She likes both qualities, so she goes.
The inn is a deteriorating shell, sloughing off layers of ash as the wind blows through, and she walks right up to where the door used to be, hands tucked into the pockets of her wool mourning clothes, and she stares down at what it used to be. She has no emotional attachment, but she can imagine what it feels like for the people of the town.
A safe place taken away.
Natasha knows the feeling.
She turns her attention towards Jason, sitting just close enough to see, not close enough for comfortable conversation, and she sizes him up. He's comfortable. She'll make the jaunt. It only takes her a few seconds to bridge the gap, trudging around fallen beams from the front panelling. ]
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The inn is a deteriorating shell, sloughing off layers of ash as the wind blows through, and she walks right up to where the door used to be, hands tucked into the pockets of her wool mourning clothes, and she stares down at what it used to be. She has no emotional attachment, but she can imagine what it feels like for the people of the town.
A safe place taken away.
Natasha knows the feeling.
She turns her attention towards Jason, sitting just close enough to see, not close enough for comfortable conversation, and she sizes him up. He's comfortable. She'll make the jaunt. It only takes her a few seconds to bridge the gap, trudging around fallen beams from the front panelling. ]
Lucky it didn't take anything else down with it.
[ Yeah. "Lucky." ]
Or anyone.