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useofaswhat[Mal Reynolds has not had an easy couple of days. As stressful as the entire ordeal had been, he could have overlooked an emergency landing on an uncharted planet. He could swallow the concept of aliens, handle sudden skirmishes, adjust to captivity, even hang in there through an escape attempt and cope with the subsequent injuries and surface wounds now peppering his body. Asking him to take on an inmate not even three days after all of this – now, that was a bit much.
He flipped through Natasha Romanoff's file once more, wondering again how he was going to find this woman and why the Admiral had assigned them together in the first place. If she was really as good a spy as her file said there was no way she didn't have an alias. He was just going to have to hope the blunt approach would smoke her out, at least for now. Turning on his communicator, he switched it to video and turned it to face him.]
Duìbùqǐ,* Miz Romanoff? We oughtta meet, seeing as we got a few things to talk about.
* Excuse me
He flipped through Natasha Romanoff's file once more, wondering again how he was going to find this woman and why the Admiral had assigned them together in the first place. If she was really as good a spy as her file said there was no way she didn't have an alias. He was just going to have to hope the blunt approach would smoke her out, at least for now. Turning on his communicator, he switched it to video and turned it to face him.]
Duìbùqǐ,* Miz Romanoff? We oughtta meet, seeing as we got a few things to talk about.
* Excuse me
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Date: 2012-08-17 03:36 am (UTC)[Text]
Date: 2012-08-17 03:38 am (UTC)[She knows she can't keep this up, but now it's just a matter of pride.]
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Date: 2012-08-17 03:51 am (UTC)[It's a gamble and he knows it; he's aware it might be an unwise move and could easily blow up in his face and turn into a fight. Still, it's not as if he can force her out any other way, and it's the sort of risk he habitually takes.]
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Date: 2012-08-17 04:28 am (UTC)A file about a woman no one knows. Why should that bother me?
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Date: 2012-08-17 04:44 am (UTC)There's a long pause on her end, but eventually she does reply.]
Deck. Five minutes.
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Date: 2012-08-17 04:57 am (UTC)[And he is, although he is of course armed as he waits just as a precaution. He's set it up so he's within sight but not hearing distance of anyone who'd happen to wander in the door – whoever this Natasha Romanoff woman is, Mal is thankful she picked a public place to meet.]
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Date: 2012-08-17 05:18 am (UTC)Turned heads were easier to trick.
Eventually, though, satisfied, she made her way toward him, leaning lightly on the rail a few feet away.]
Captain.
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Date: 2012-08-17 05:47 am (UTC)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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Date: 2012-08-17 02:03 pm (UTC)I want to see my file. [Because fuck you why are all those things in there. >(]
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Date: 2012-08-17 05:53 pm (UTC)[Spam] screened?
Date: 2012-08-17 05:59 pm (UTC)I thought we were talking.
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Date: 2012-08-17 08:21 pm (UTC)So let's start with the basics. Natasha. Hell of a busy woman, aren't you?
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Date: 2012-08-17 08:26 pm (UTC)What makes you say that?
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Date: 2012-08-17 08:52 pm (UTC)Just thinking, anyone who rips out her first throat as a little girl isn't like to be sitting idle. Too much work you could be doing, right?
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Date: 2012-08-17 09:17 pm (UTC)And Natasha somehow doesn't bat an eye at that. She thinks about ripping his throat out. Or at least punching him out. But she doesn't. She lifts her chin a little, head tilting so she can look at him.]
Hate to say it, but the recent string of murders hasn't had anything to do with me.
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Date: 2012-08-18 05:46 am (UTC)Never assumed you did. You're no gladiator or crazed murderer. You're a spy, which makes me reckon you've been lurking in the shadows gatherin' information on everyone and figuring out their business. Hell, you probably know more about what's going on than anyone else on the Barge.
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Date: 2012-08-20 02:50 pm (UTC)Of course, don't figure you'd tell me yet, does it?
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Date: 2012-08-20 03:25 pm (UTC)No, I don't think I would.
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Date: 2012-08-22 02:41 am (UTC)So. What do you do for fun around here?
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Date: 2012-08-22 09:52 pm (UTC)[Yeah nothing personal here, sorry Mal. :c]
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Date: 2012-08-24 03:49 pm (UTC)It's Natasha.
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Date: 2012-08-24 04:41 pm (UTC)I prefer Natasha. [Srsly Mal she doesn't give many warnings.]