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Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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[that surprises a laugh out of him]

I don't know a lot about the one you know, but I'm sure he'd give me a run for my money and then some.

I don't doubt it. But what better way to see what you're capable of? Besides, he's always game.

That's certainly the way to do it. If he ever shows up, I'll have to ask him.

You should.

[She glances over him again before approaching the bag.]

Until then, you could ask Vision. He's very... fair.

[he takes a step back, giving her space]

Fair?

He's more or less indestructible, and can be intangible. But he wants to learn—and at least with me he sets the goals reasonably.

That does sound fair. [and . . . well, if he's indestructible that would put Hank's usual worries to rest]

[Natasha might have picked up on that.]

I think you could both get something out of it too.

If he wants to learn, I'd be happy to teach him what I know, mm.

You could do a lot worse for a partner. He could too.

That's true. I'll have to tell him you recommended him -

[and then it dawns on him that they never exchanged names. He huffs a noise and holds out a clawed hand]

I'm Hank. I don't think we ever introduced ourselves when we spoke last.

Natasha.

[If she's bothered by the claws, she doesn't show it—she takes his hand and shakes it professionally, raising her chin a little and offering a smile.]

Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you?

[his grip is firm and yet careful at the same time, very conscious of his strength when he shakes]

Hank McCoy. It's nice to meet you too, Natasha. Thanks again for the advice.

Edited 2016-09-25 01:07 (UTC)

[She tips her head a little, accepting his thanks with the gesture. His carefulness, though not awkward, is noticeable in his handshake. She smiles gently.]

I'm surprised it took us this long, if you spend much time in here.

[he looks a little sheepish, a hand coming up to rub at the side of his neck]

I used to come here early in the morning or late at night. Usually when no one was here.

[Her experience is serious when she responds:]

I wasn't making you uncomfortable watching, was I? It was impressive.

Ah - thank you? [he shakes his head] You didn't make me uncomfortable, I'm - a lot more used to it now than I used to be.

Good. I'd hate to think I made something awkward.

[he huffs out a low, growled noise that sounds more like a laugh]

Trust me, if anyone's making things awkward, it'll be me. I'm very good at it.

Lucky for you, it's very hard to make me feel awkward.

Mm, you don't seem the type.

You can't be in my line of work.

[Or you could be, but it would be awful hard.]

You going to stick around while I workout too?

[he tilts his head, then shrugs a shoulder]

I might stick around for a little while, if you don't mind.

[Natasha lifts her chin, nodding slightly and giving half a shrug herself.]

I don't have a problem with it.

I think I will, then.

[in all honesty, he's a little curious to see what Natasha's capable of, too]