[ Natasha gives her a sardonic look at that; she's literally nearly completely out of the vent, and she doesn't plan on dangling. But once her feet touch floor, she lifts her gloved hands skywards in the universal sign for don't shoot, her eyebrow cocked. ]
Well this is awkward.
[ It's not that she hadn't been expecting this from about the moment she'd found the security cameras already looping on a three second feed, or maybe even when she'd discovered the main lock system overridden with a tiny jammer. But that wasn't going to stop her — she didn't just need to kill the corrupt Imperial, she wanted his knowledge of how to find and navigate the Deep Core. So even though the woman pointing a gun at her has managed to beat her here, that didn't mean Natasha was simply going to give up. She'd been kind of hoping for a man, though. Men were easy prey. Women... all the women she befriends end up dead. ]
[ Natasha folds her arms challengingly, leans back against the wall, as though she's not at gunpoint. ]
omg my star wars girlfriend
Well this is awkward.
[ It's not that she hadn't been expecting this from about the moment she'd found the security cameras already looping on a three second feed, or maybe even when she'd discovered the main lock system overridden with a tiny jammer. But that wasn't going to stop her — she didn't just need to kill the corrupt Imperial, she wanted his knowledge of how to find and navigate the Deep Core. So even though the woman pointing a gun at her has managed to beat her here, that didn't mean Natasha was simply going to give up. She'd been kind of hoping for a man, though. Men were easy prey. Women... all the women she befriends end up dead. ]
[ Natasha folds her arms challengingly, leans back against the wall, as though she's not at gunpoint. ]