Natasha flexes her foot, sighing softly, a little sadly. It's always awkward having that kind of attention paid to her. Makes her worry that people are going to see behind the mask. Worry that maybe they won't like what they see.
Still, the image gets a smile.
"Oh, I don't doubt it. You two would probably start to wrestle, and I'd be left to hose you off."
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Still, the image gets a smile.
"Oh, I don't doubt it. You two would probably start to wrestle, and I'd be left to hose you off."