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Who: Natasha Romanoff & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24

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[Transmission starts at the same moment the woman laying in fram shifts from unconsciousness to tense stillness—her eyes open, darting, and she goes tense, but otherwise there's no movement from her for the first four or five seconds. That seems to be how long it takes her to process that she's in an unfamiliar space with no memory of how she came to be lying there. Then one hand balls consciously into a fist. Her eyes flutter. Jaw tightens.

Natasha takes a deep breath and forces her body to relax muscle by muscle.

Seems like spies don't make for great entertainment when they first wake up. Not unless you find tension and veiled suspicious looks riveting. The first minute or two isn't much more than that. She wakes up. She sits up. She swings her legs over the edge of her cot and stretches her back, trying to flex the adrenaline out of her muscles.

She looks directly into the camera at one point, her expression flat, lips tightening in a frown. She taps the edge of the lens experimentally.]

You know, if you're gonna kidnap a girl you could at least buy her dinner first.

[Her voice is just a touch to defiant to be neutral as she speaks.

Then she hauls herself to her feet. The last thing caught on camera before the broadcast ends is a shot of her catsuited figure walking away.]

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There's always something new to find out about. There's always another world to look forward to. [Or, that's what he likes to think, at least. Admittedly, Atroma's intervention in Kaworu's life cycle is changing what he thought he knew about how the worlds can work. He can understand the reluctance, the mistrust.]

Nice that you can take this so philosophically. [She can respect that, though she's a long way from being able to look at it the same way.]

It's just an approach I learned over time. [He dismisses most positive comments in this way, never taking credit for any trait a person might perceive to be "good," despite the crazy amount of effort he's put into becoming who he is today. Anyway,] You seem like a person who will be able to acclimate, too. And if you have trouble, someone will surely lend a hand.

[She doesn't doubt it. Especially knowing some of the people around here. Still, she'd rather not depend on it.]

I'll keep that in mind.

So one last question. How long before we get off of this ship and onto something with more people on it?