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[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.
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Duìbùqǐ,* Miz Romanoff? We oughtta meet, seeing as we got a few things to talk about.

* Excuse me

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Date: 2012-08-24 03:49 pm (UTC)
persuadeyou: (Stark employees are pains in the ass)
From: [personal profile] persuadeyou
[There is the tiniest, TINIEST shift in the set of her jaw, the smallest twitch in her mouth.]

It's Natasha.

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Date: 2012-08-24 04:41 pm (UTC)
persuadeyou: (Coulson don't you dare put me on hold)
From: [personal profile] persuadeyou
[You son of a bitch. B|]

I prefer Natasha. [Srsly Mal she doesn't give many warnings.]

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