[ Far be it for her to look a gift horse in the mouth. Natalia is naturally suspicious of this place, certainly, but she's also starving. There's nothing off about the food that she can sense, and besides, no one else eating has keeled over yet, ergo, safe. Her plate is piled high with something that looks like a pasta dish with cream sauce and she's managed to find the alcohol that looks and tastes like red wine. All in all, a decent haul.
She's seated on her own at a table near the door, her back to the wall. She's not going let her guard down entirely after all. She watches the people come and go, taking mental notes, while idly pushing her food around on her plate. She's either contemplating desert or escape. Maybe both. ]
natalia romanova | marvel 616
[ Far be it for her to look a gift horse in the mouth. Natalia is naturally suspicious of this place, certainly, but she's also starving. There's nothing off about the food that she can sense, and besides, no one else eating has keeled over yet, ergo, safe. Her plate is piled high with something that looks like a pasta dish with cream sauce and she's managed to find the alcohol that looks and tastes like red wine. All in all, a decent haul.
She's seated on her own at a table near the door, her back to the wall. She's not going let her guard down entirely after all. She watches the people come and go, taking mental notes, while idly pushing her food around on her plate. She's either contemplating desert or escape. Maybe both. ]
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