[Natasha is Russian, so she doesn't feel the cold, or at least that's her response every time someone asks her how she hasn't died in just her wool coat and black catsuit. She's told Jason more than once that he should be wearing both coats, though, even as she pretends to be utterly unaffected by the unnatural chill. Actually, she's been doing a decent amount of half serious scolding with him despite herself—something about his personality just makes her want to tease him despite the fact that she appreciates him being around. He's smart, and he clearly knows what he's doing, and his detective training lends itself well to her obsessive info gathering habits.
The eyes are bothering her just a bit. Any occurrence of altered perception or altered memories hits close to home for her, and she watches the walls closely, at least until Jason starts up. She smiles, eyebrows raised slightly, and just watches silently for a moment, waiting for him to finish doing... whatever it is he's doing. Natasha has come to assume the jokes are a coping mechanism, although she doesn't know him well enough just yet to be sure.]
What's wrong? Did Eve take poorly to your criticism?
[As she speaks, she moves to stand beside him, trying to peer at the screen of his tablet.]
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The eyes are bothering her just a bit. Any occurrence of altered perception or altered memories hits close to home for her, and she watches the walls closely, at least until Jason starts up. She smiles, eyebrows raised slightly, and just watches silently for a moment, waiting for him to finish doing... whatever it is he's doing. Natasha has come to assume the jokes are a coping mechanism, although she doesn't know him well enough just yet to be sure.]
What's wrong? Did Eve take poorly to your criticism?
[As she speaks, she moves to stand beside him, trying to peer at the screen of his tablet.]