[ Helena might've been perfectly content to sit by herself this entire time, but Natasha hasn't turned her back to her since the moment she arrived. It's the keen way she's aware of becoming the object of Helena's peripheral gaze, zeroed in upon like a mouse on a field ready to be picked off by a hawk. ]
[ She doesn't retort. She does, however, turn fully towards Helena and hold out the knife for her. ]
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[ She doesn't retort. She does, however, turn fully towards Helena and hold out the knife for her. ]
Show me.