[Her smile is quick and just a hint coy as she holds her hand out in greeting, palm down. Its old-fashioned. It's also tradition, even if her answer has varied somewhat over the years.]
Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. [She tilts her head, one copper curl falling loose down her cheek as she regards him with an intent gaze, meeting his flirtatious manner in kind.] A pleasure, James. I'm new here, I'm afraid. Still getting my bearings.
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Romanoff. Natasha Romanoff. [She tilts her head, one copper curl falling loose down her cheek as she regards him with an intent gaze, meeting his flirtatious manner in kind.] A pleasure, James. I'm new here, I'm afraid. Still getting my bearings.