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Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Fleedwide
Action: Iskaulit to start with
When: 16 Nov

Video

[The broadcast is brief and obviously accidental. A young girl's face appears on screen, confused and tense, then almost at once her brows draw down and together in an intense frown. Her expression is dark and thoughtful as the feed shakes, then cuts out entirely.

For those paying attention, the corridors off the Islaulit can be identified behind her before the transmission ends.]

Action

[When she wakes up, a young Natasha finds herself in what appears to be a small dance studio. Unfamiliar, but not too shocking. The mirror, the barre, the wood flooring, are all things she's accustomed to. It isn't where she expects to be, but it is somewhere she would expect to wake up in a general sense, in a general way.

Waking up somewhere strange isn't completely shocking either.

It's not until she ventures out into the rest of the Iskaulit that she starts feeling out of her depth. She can't place where she is, even where she might be. There's no outside. The structures are nothing like she's scene before. The computers are completely alien to her. The people are worse. She avoids them, of course. At least at first. Sneaking through shadows and hidden corners, in ducts if she's lucky enough to find access. She observes what she can, trying to work together the situation as she can, applying what training she can. But how much she can do is limited.

Tiny spy is out of her depth.

Which is what forces her to come out of hiding. (Maybe that was the point?)

When she finally lets herself be approached, she's already determined to put on a lost, scared face. It's for the best. That way people will underestimate her. Trust her more. It's a good plan.

The expression might not be entirely fake, though, and she can't entirely hide her suspicious skittishness. The end effect isn't entirely unlike a stray cat begging for food.]

((OOC: Augment glitch? Come play with smol murder ballerina.))

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[Natasha kicks her feet a few times, watching Kara with every sign she doesn't understand a word.

Then, after the young woman falls silent, Natasha points at her, then flexes one arm in a very clear sign for strength.

One eyebrow quirks up in a question.]

Oh. Um. Yes. Da. Very strong.

[ flexes, also to prove her point. I mean, she's toned but she's not a bodybuilder ]

Fast and strong. And not human.

[Natasha shakes her head slightly. Red Room would kill for that.]

I could probably show you, if you like? I'm not sure what I can use...

[ she looks around the gardens ]

[Natasha just watches this. She certainly doesn't want to interfere.]

[ there's probably a bench or something around so she'll get up and with two fingers lift the bench off the ground, pinching the back ]

[Natasha leans back, her eyes widening as she watches Kara's demonstration.]

What are you?

[ She doesn't understand Natalia but there's really only one kind of answer to whatever question someone would ask after that. She points up ]

Space. Like... Sputnik?

Cosmonaut?

[That should at least communicate.]

Higher.

Alien?

Alien.

[She repeats it in an accent, not showing just how much she understands the word one way or the other.]

Yes. Like a cosmonaut. From another planet.

Planet. [Natasha repeats this as well, but now there's a sense of understanding. It's nearly the same word, right?]

The Americans would be so lucky.