[ as natasha moves around the room, she passes lila smoking on the balcony, thin cigarette held between gloved fingers. the delicate looking blonde is only half paying attention, but enough that when she sees natasha out of the corner of her eye her head pops up from her phone. ] Hey, you're the Russian.
[ solidarity, yo. no, really, that's the only reason lila paid attention to her at the squiring ceremony she spent playing scrabble on her phone, but it's also the reason she turns to face natasha now. she forewent a scarf this evening, so the thick pink grey scar circling her throat peaks out from the neck of her dress. ] That's you, right? Romanoff?
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[ solidarity, yo. no, really, that's the only reason lila paid attention to her at the squiring ceremony she spent playing scrabble on her phone, but it's also the reason she turns to face natasha now. she forewent a scarf this evening, so the thick pink grey scar circling her throat peaks out from the neck of her dress. ] That's you, right? Romanoff?