[ The room strikes a familiar chord in Natasha as she steps in and glances around the room with a curious eye. It looks like a dozen places she's hunkered down in to hide in between ops or when on the run. Sparse and bare, just enough within reach in case she's got to pick up and go at a moment's notice.
She doesn't comment on it, merely follows Faith towards the bathroom. ]
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She doesn't comment on it, merely follows Faith towards the bathroom. ]
Do you have clean towels in here? Any alcohol?