[Natasha smiled at the bartender when her glass was refilled without her even having to ask. The concept that there was no working currency here was still a little mind-boggling. Not that she normally had to worry about buying her own drinks, but that wasn't the point.
She shifted in her seat a moment, her thoughts drifting off on a tangent before she felt the familiar sensation of being watched. She let her gaze drift, finding the source with little trouble. He was young, and watching her with the obvious signs of recognition, even though she was pretty sure she didn't recognize him in return.
Then again, she'd been getting that a lot since the attack on New York. Which made her wonder how useful she was going to be in going under cover in the near future.
...Considering if she got home again, of course.
It didn't stop her from giving the boy an assessing look and then a faint smile, tilting her head to the side as she eyed him in return.]
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She shifted in her seat a moment, her thoughts drifting off on a tangent before she felt the familiar sensation of being watched. She let her gaze drift, finding the source with little trouble. He was young, and watching her with the obvious signs of recognition, even though she was pretty sure she didn't recognize him in return.
Then again, she'd been getting that a lot since the attack on New York. Which made her wonder how useful she was going to be in going under cover in the near future.
...Considering if she got home again, of course.
It didn't stop her from giving the boy an assessing look and then a faint smile, tilting her head to the side as she eyed him in return.]
Can I help you?