[Decked out in that black dress, Natasha definitely turned Mal's head. He watched as she meandered around the greenhouse, wondered if he was looking at his inmate. Natasha Romanoff, Nicole Reese... it would make sense, especially with all her other aliases.
When she approached and leaned against the rail near him his suspicions were all but confirmed. Nodding in greeting, he leaned back, hand resting at his hip just inches from his gun.]
Evening, miss. For a moment there I didn't think you'd show up.
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When she approached and leaned against the rail near him his suspicions were all but confirmed. Nodding in greeting, he leaned back, hand resting at his hip just inches from his gun.]
Evening, miss. For a moment there I didn't think you'd show up.