[It's just who she is, and what she does, really. If she is out of her depth, Natasha doesn't show it. Not readily, anyway, and not often. The last few years have brought enough exceptions to that, and she's not about to start things off here by being off her game.
She's wearing one of the Marsiva-provided jumpers in navy and still managing to make it look like it's runway-ready, holding a snall black bundle in one hand. Stepping forward to take Polly's hand with a small, slightly amused smile, she shrugs.]
I didn't. It's Natasha. Natasha Romanoff.
[Slightly more information than necessary, but better to learn now if they're from her world, or know her name. Once she's let go of Polly's hand, she turns to Ray, a glance taking in his pile of clothing before taking his hand in a firm enough grip to be surprising.]
no subject
She's wearing one of the Marsiva-provided jumpers in navy and still managing to make it look like it's runway-ready, holding a snall black bundle in one hand. Stepping forward to take Polly's hand with a small, slightly amused smile, she shrugs.]
I didn't. It's Natasha. Natasha Romanoff.
[Slightly more information than necessary, but better to learn now if they're from her world, or know her name. Once she's let go of Polly's hand, she turns to Ray, a glance taking in his pile of clothing before taking his hand in a firm enough grip to be surprising.]
Detective, was it?