[ Natasha doesn't so much as look up. She spares a single glance from the corner of her eye, and even then it could be dismissed as nothing, just the natural way a head turns when you put down one piece and put together another. Natasha slides the pieces of her glock together, neat and precise, slow enough so she can look for grooves in places where they shouldn't be. ]
You might need lessons.
[ Her head tips, a look shot over her shoulder as she quirks a brow. ]
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[ Natasha doesn't so much as look up. She spares a single glance from the corner of her eye, and even then it could be dismissed as nothing, just the natural way a head turns when you put down one piece and put together another. Natasha slides the pieces of her glock together, neat and precise, slow enough so she can look for grooves in places where they shouldn't be. ]
You might need lessons.
[ Her head tips, a look shot over her shoulder as she quirks a brow. ]
What do you think?