[By the time they're get close, Natasha's already starting to doze off. Even with the blind down, she can feel the morning light outside. It's like trying to move and think through water. She wants to let go and give in to rest. Fighting against that instinct is almost second nature by now, though.
The scent of blood jolts her back to alertness, her eyes snapping open and into focus.
She takes the flask, but her gaze is fixed on him.]
How much experience do you have with Russian girls?
[She swallows dryly, watching him, looking for signs of wounds.]
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The scent of blood jolts her back to alertness, her eyes snapping open and into focus.
She takes the flask, but her gaze is fixed on him.]
How much experience do you have with Russian girls?
[She swallows dryly, watching him, looking for signs of wounds.]