[The unfamiliar voice has her turning to greet the young woman with a curious look and a friendly smile. There's something vaguely familiar about her, but she knows they've never come face to face before. She takes the offered hand with a crooked quirk of her lips and a dip of her head.]
I don't think we have. Not like this, anyway. I'm Natasha.
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I don't think we have. Not like this, anyway. I'm Natasha.