As luck would have it, Natasha came here tonight for temptation. Or at least for a distraction, and this seems like it fits the bill. "No," she agrees, almost laughing. Almost. "No, I have very few demands on my time these days."

She spins smoothly on one toe, her heel barely touching the ground, until she faces Sara again with ankles crossed.

"Not sure this counts as a Halloween costume, though."