Natasha pauses when he squeezes her shoulder, her head bowing slightly. For a moment she's still like that, only briefly, only a few seconds. Then she starts probing again. Poking deliberately at the tumblers. No luck.
"Is that what happened when you did this before? You let someone else cut on you?" she asks softly, grim.
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"Is that what happened when you did this before? You let someone else cut on you?" she asks softly, grim.