Relaxing and Natasha are certainly strained acquaintances, rather than friends. This much is for certain. She imagines Han must have a lot of free time when he's en route to anywhere in space. That's just part of the reality of it.
Most of space is well. Empty.
A smile quirks at the corner of her mouth and she nods.
"A hobby is a hobby. So long as you steer clear of tetanus it's probably fine." She taps a finger against the laminate of the table, watching Han carefully with interest.
"You good, or good at sharking?" The smile grows a bit. "Cheating, I mean."
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Date: 2016-04-04 05:28 pm (UTC)Most of space is well. Empty.
A smile quirks at the corner of her mouth and she nods.
"A hobby is a hobby. So long as you steer clear of tetanus it's probably fine." She taps a finger against the laminate of the table, watching Han carefully with interest.
"You good, or good at sharking?" The smile grows a bit. "Cheating, I mean."