Natasha would argue she isn't kind, either, but she has a rather harsh view of herself. Possibly because she knows what she's done. What she's seen.

She jogs back uprange at an easy pace, already pulling two pistols out and checking them over. Chris did a good job at cleaning them yesterday, but she likes to double check everyone's work unless it's her own. Even though she was just firing them three hours ago. Habit.

"I'll take the left then." She says easily, a confident smile on place.