She doesn't know much about him, only what he is; even then, the details are apparently foggy, because he's standing outside in the sun and he's lighting up like a Christmas tree instead of bursting into flame. So when she sees the way that he stands and holds his body, Natasha is slightly surprised to see a touch of military in there... what sort of military she isn't sure, not Navy, not Air Force. He doesn't look like a Marine, so she's going to go with Army, and she's already making her own file on him in her head with all of the possible qualities that may come with.
Ma'am. Southern gentleman. She'll see just how legitimate that is.
"It wasn't my plan," she admits after a brief pause, her eyes moving up and down his body to take in the sight of him before her hands move to pull her wet hair out of her face. She ties it out of the way, studying the color in his eyes - different. They were red, she remembers that clearly. She's not familiar with vampires but when it comes to the realm of supernatural Natasha knows one thing after the Battle of New York; never assume that you know anything.
"Natasha." She says her name flatly because she can't remember if she had even introduced herself last time they had met; she's not him, she doesn't come with a side of southern charm. "I know that you don't have any contact to the outside world here but it's practically on fire and it's because I did something that needed to be done. And because I did, everybody knows that I got you out of there, now. This is my only safe house." Her hands fall from her hair with a sigh, and she rubs her arms as she looks at the immediate land surrounding them. It's getting cooler. "So it looks like we're going to be roommates."
Her eyes move back to him. "I'm going to go inside and start a fire, it's going to get cold soon. If you want to come in after you're done out here, I'll be in the living room. I'm sure there's a lot we should probably talk about - okay." She had turned as if to walk into the cabin once more before she stops herself abruptly and turns to face him once again. "You're sparkling. Do you know that?"
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Ma'am. Southern gentleman. She'll see just how legitimate that is.
"It wasn't my plan," she admits after a brief pause, her eyes moving up and down his body to take in the sight of him before her hands move to pull her wet hair out of her face. She ties it out of the way, studying the color in his eyes - different. They were red, she remembers that clearly. She's not familiar with vampires but when it comes to the realm of supernatural Natasha knows one thing after the Battle of New York; never assume that you know anything.
"Natasha." She says her name flatly because she can't remember if she had even introduced herself last time they had met; she's not him, she doesn't come with a side of southern charm. "I know that you don't have any contact to the outside world here but it's practically on fire and it's because I did something that needed to be done. And because I did, everybody knows that I got you out of there, now. This is my only safe house." Her hands fall from her hair with a sigh, and she rubs her arms as she looks at the immediate land surrounding them. It's getting cooler. "So it looks like we're going to be roommates."
Her eyes move back to him. "I'm going to go inside and start a fire, it's going to get cold soon. If you want to come in after you're done out here, I'll be in the living room. I'm sure there's a lot we should probably talk about - okay." She had turned as if to walk into the cabin once more before she stops herself abruptly and turns to face him once again. "You're sparkling. Do you know that?"