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[They were fighting. James was with her.

The last thing she actually remembered before being here was James-- the gorilla. That massive hulking beast that they ran into while trying to find the stasis chambers.

Well, that is one thing she has working in her favor, Jasper and James will certainly be looking for her.

She'd already tried to contact S.H.I.E.L.D's network for a Sitrep, and was unable to get a signal. Calling for an Evac. is looking like it's out of the question. So, she guesses it's time to switch tactics.

Her face is impassive as she looks into the screen. Blue-green eyes flick across the display then raise to glance around, before settling back on the screen.]

This is Agent Natasha Romanoff. S.H.I.E.L.D ID 31339. Code name Black Widow. This is an official request for information concerning my capture.

[Following the spoken words, she can be seen a moment before the image goes dark and the same information appears as a text message.]

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Agent Natasha Romanoff. S.H.I.E.L.D ID 31339. Code name Black Widow. This is an official request for information concerning my capture.

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[It doesn't take but a moment before she is back, a slight raise to her brows as she regards the device in expectation of response. This isn't the first time she's been captured, though, one of the first in quite some time that hasn't been orchestrated by her in an attempt to obtain information or part of a mission. She knows protocol.

She also knows that protocol doesn't always work in every situation, she prides herself in her ability to improvise, so she allows her expression to soften just a little.]

So, who wants to tell me what is going on? I'm pretty sure we'll all be happier if we do this the easy way.

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Depending on your take, that at least means you get to keep your secrets.

[He'd give just about anything to be able to say the same.]

Sorry. Hadn't planned to be the bearer of bad news. Just the guy who checked up after you'd heard it.

At least, for now.

Hardly your fault. I obviously didn't ask them the right questions, or give them the right answers.

It's all right, I don't think anyone's grading you for arrival skills.

Too bad, I was hoping to be the best new arrival.

Edited 2012-10-31 01:10 (UTC)

I'm sure I know someone who could make you a sash.

Ever owned a cat?

Make me the belle of the ball.

I have not, you're not offering are you?

I'm offering it as an example. When you move, you spread butter on your cat's paws in the new place. By the time it's licked that off, it has something pleasant to associate with all the foreign sights and smells.

I reckon the human equivalent would be offering to buy you a drink.

That's one /really/ great way to ask.

Alright. You can buy me a drink.

Edited 2012-10-31 01:31 (UTC)

Technically, I hadn't asked yet.

But, since I was building up to it - where should I pick you up?

Obviously, I'm getting head of things then.

I'm not quite settled yet, or more to the point, I don't have a place I'm staying, so I can meet you.

Edited 2012-10-31 01:40 (UTC)

I won't hold that against you.

There's a fairground ride and a fountain in the middle of the main square. I'll meet you by the least creepy of those.

Oh good.

I'll be the red head waiting somewhere around there.

I caught your transmission. I'll be

[Image Attached. She'll have to excuse him the scruff.]

Fifteen minutes.

See you soon.

[She finds a spot closer to the fountain to wait, choosing to walk around looking at a few things in the area, but mostly watching out for his arrival. She'll not be obvious about it, but she'll see him probably long before he sees her.]

[To be fair, he isn't going for stealth, and it's a fairly open area: a large shopping square rounded with teashops and boutiques taking advantage of the highest footfall in the city. It's almost a reassuring sight for new arrivals to fall into - nowhere with commerce can be a complete wasteland.

He spots her by the flame red hair and raises his eyebrows. There is one thing he didn't mention to her - he's met her before. Not, perhaps, on her most recent visit to the city, but the one before. If she shares much in common with what, as she says, might have been another version, he didn't want to bring it up. Having made a couple of trips through the city's revolving doors himself, he won't hold prior knowledge against (or in favour of) anyone here.

It does, at least, make the name easy to remember.]

Ms. Romanoff?

[Stealth or not, that doesn't change her...unnaturally keen observance of her surroundings. She likes the area, if not for that reason in particular. The wide open space make knowing what is going on around her easy, and the shops provide good cover should she need it.

Her past here, her arrival, her subsequent realization that everyone familiar to her- the people she trusts the most- know her, but another version of her from a tangent of reality that exists separate from hers. Today has been a big day, a scary, awful, disappointing day and she'd like nothing more than to forget about it at least for now.]

Doctor Chase? Hello.

Edited 2012-11-03 00:02 (UTC)

[Chase... hid in the underground for a month after his most recent return, and has spent most of the year since racking up a variety of bar tabs. So far, she's doing better than him.

But he is doing better.

The interest in his expression widens to a smile.]

Now we're both assured of knowing each other's last names—Robert. Want the whistlestop guide to local places of interest?

[Well...She doesn't do 'run and hide', she'll stand up right here in front of every one and put on her brave face, pretend like everything is alright.

She returns the smile.]

Natasha. I think I might like that.

[He leans in, shoulder lightly bumping hers, and makes a rough arc of the opposite side of the square with one arm.]

Dive bar, piano bar, jazz bar, great coffee, bad coffee, great pizza, hole in the wall, dive bar.

[He did say whistlestop.]

Pick one of those, and anything else important I can mark on a map.

[Natasha laughs a little. He did say that.]

I wouldn't even know where to start... The jazz bar?

Interesting choice.

[Not a bad one, just interesting. He nods and starts across the square - it's called the Blue Light, and there's a trumpet above the sign.]

Fan of the genre?

Is it?

[James pointed it out to her earlier, this way she kills two birds with one stone. She can check out the place, get familiar with it, and have a good time.]

Maybe a little.

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Don't they say it's an acquired taste? It wasn't part of my culture.

[And yes, ms Romanoff, it's interesting if it was part of yours.]

But you can't get a better bourbon.

[She shrugs.]

I've been exposed to quite a lot of different cultural experiences. From Tibet, to Istanbul, to Hong Kong, to Brazil. I've traveled the world. You might find I like a lot of interesting things.

All the better. Even if the music isn't good, I can handle the bourbon and the company.

I'll have to look up the throat-singing bar for next time. After you, then.

[His Czech is rusty, his Russian far, far worse. But a few words overlap, and if she can deal with a slavic accent from the wrong part of the Eastern Bloc she should get his gist.

If not, well, he's holding the door.]

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