[ Natasha crooks an eyebrow at the exaggerated pantomime, but holds her hands up, open-palmed, to communicate that she's unarmed. And that's true, she is unarmed— something she considers uncharacteristic. But Natasha hasn't brought weapons to ballet rehearsal, not since she arrived here, and was given this job. It didn't feel right.
At this moment she regretted her sentimentality, faced with an intruder of some obvious skill and unknown intention. Whoever it was didn't seem hostile, with the clear signals, and— asking permission? But in Natasha's line of work, appearances didn't count for much.
Still. There aren't too many ways to play this, and she has to make do with the choices she has. Natasha makes sure the rest of the company has left— a tilt of her head in the direction of the exit. Then she nods, signaling for Cassandra's descent.
Natasha also speaks. Not loudly, but in the near-empty hall, her voice carries. ]
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At this moment she regretted her sentimentality, faced with an intruder of some obvious skill and unknown intention. Whoever it was didn't seem hostile, with the clear signals, and— asking permission? But in Natasha's line of work, appearances didn't count for much.
Still. There aren't too many ways to play this, and she has to make do with the choices she has. Natasha makes sure the rest of the company has left— a tilt of her head in the direction of the exit. Then she nods, signaling for Cassandra's descent.
Natasha also speaks. Not loudly, but in the near-empty hall, her voice carries. ]
Enjoy the show?