[ Natasha's used to the unexpected popping up around her, however, and deftly takes a half-step back to give the girl room to maneuver, casting her a friendly smile as she waves off the apology.

Of course, it's then that she looks down far enough to see that it's not... specifically a girl she's talking to here. Well, it is, just not... the sort she'd expected.

Mermaids. Of course. They had talking woodland creatures at this point, so why not? ]

It's not a problem, there was no harm done. I imagine maneuvering through a bar full of drunk partiers presents quite the challenge. Are you alright?