Natasha folds her arms, jutting a hip out to one side as she studies the doorway leading up to the ship carefully from all angles, as though she half expects another device to be hidden around here.
"Any idea how long that thing was here? Where'd you put it?"
Natasha tilts her head rather than turning around to peer at Han out of the corner of her eye.
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Date: 2016-05-02 10:06 pm (UTC)"Any idea how long that thing was here? Where'd you put it?"
Natasha tilts her head rather than turning around to peer at Han out of the corner of her eye.
"Yes. Show me." She needs ideas after all.