[ Natasha hears the voice from the bar as she approaches the door . Hearing someone curse in a bar is hardly a sign of anything other than maybe a little too much drinking, so she doesn't think much of it.
Instead, she goes to the bartop, leaning her elbows on it and giving the stranger an amused sort of smile. ]
Don't hurt yourself.
[ Maybe this isn't the best way to make friends, but Natasha's learning that she already has a few of those on board, anyway. ]
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Instead, she goes to the bartop, leaning her elbows on it and giving the stranger an amused sort of smile. ]
Don't hurt yourself.
[ Maybe this isn't the best way to make friends, but Natasha's learning that she already has a few of those on board, anyway. ]