Natasha tucks her hair behind an ear and follows Han, tension easing out of her shoulders with every step until she's as casual as he is when they arrive at the bulk of his cargo space. It looks innocuous enough. Though he'd hardly be a good smuggler if it didn't.
She can think of at least three places offhand potentially housing 'extra' storage, but that's hardly her reason for being here. Natasha does take a moment to stand over a particular place on the floor, tapping the toe of her boot against the grating casually.
It's probably nothing except it's Natasha, and she doesn't do anything for no reason.
"Tch." Her phone comes out and opens with a swipe of her finger. "No hanging fixtures, and while they could feasibly put a tap under the grates or at an angle along the hull line, there is no good angle to get a good view of your storage area. Not to mention..." She gestures around her.
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Date: 2016-05-04 01:02 pm (UTC)Natasha tucks her hair behind an ear and follows Han, tension easing out of her shoulders with every step until she's as casual as he is when they arrive at the bulk of his cargo space. It looks innocuous enough. Though he'd hardly be a good smuggler if it didn't.
She can think of at least three places offhand potentially housing 'extra' storage, but that's hardly her reason for being here. Natasha does take a moment to stand over a particular place on the floor, tapping the toe of her boot against the grating casually.
It's probably nothing except it's Natasha, and she doesn't do anything for no reason.
"Tch." Her phone comes out and opens with a swipe of her finger. "No hanging fixtures, and while they could feasibly put a tap under the grates or at an angle along the hull line, there is no good angle to get a good view of your storage area. Not to mention..." She gestures around her.
"It's empty right now."