As if summoned by Natasha's thought, the onion appears in all her plate mail-clad glory. She's even given her armor a bit of a polish, and sharpened her sword in preparation of the mission.

She arrives just a few minutes before the agreed upon arrival time. Suiting up takes a while, and she's not exactly the swiftest person around in this armor, but she made a real effort not to be late to this. It wouldn't do to make a poor first impression, after all - not when she's the sole representative of the Knights of Catarina!

"Oh, hello there! Natasha, was it?" She asks, her tone relatively cheerful and friendly. "You signed up for the mission as well?"