[ She's managed to scrounge a pistol off a dead merc — bully for them, or so that saying goes. It itches at her that even the weaponry here is different — which maybe isn't so much a surprise as an additional foot-note into how fucked up everything is — but Natasha's nothing if not adaptable. (She's used to working in teams, too, but her life hasn't always come pre-stocked in pairs: she can check her own damn corners, thank you.)
Isabela's crouched in the shadows, but like attracts like. Natasha's sure to make noise when she steps closer, boots against concrete. She sounds a little wry when she speaks but it's not wholly unkind; Natasha just has a very dry sense of humor. ]
And I thought I was the only one who loved clearance sales.
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Isabela's crouched in the shadows, but like attracts like. Natasha's sure to make noise when she steps closer, boots against concrete. She sounds a little wry when she speaks but it's not wholly unkind; Natasha just has a very dry sense of humor. ]
And I thought I was the only one who loved clearance sales.