Nat's grin only turns more wicked when Han begins choking on his drink. She taps her finger against the table in clear amusement until the pilot tries to regain some control of the situation and starts barking orders at her.
"Yeah, yeah." She runs a hand through her hair the way she's watched Han do dozens of times before and gets to her feet. Squares her shoulders and loses the edge to her grin. Something more cooly confident. Channel some Tony Stark into her routine. Squared shoulders and completely at home in this suit that costs more than some peoples' cars. She moves around the table and goes to pour herself a drink, uncaring about the way her steps echo on the grate flooring.
Gestures with her glass when she half turns around to address Han again.
"You do realize I'm a spy by trade, right? This is hardly my first undercover mission as man. Just the first time I happen to actually be one."
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on 2017-07-27 02:53 pm (UTC)"Yeah, yeah." She runs a hand through her hair the way she's watched Han do dozens of times before and gets to her feet. Squares her shoulders and loses the edge to her grin. Something more cooly confident. Channel some Tony Stark into her routine. Squared shoulders and completely at home in this suit that costs more than some peoples' cars. She moves around the table and goes to pour herself a drink, uncaring about the way her steps echo on the grate flooring.
Gestures with her glass when she half turns around to address Han again.
"You do realize I'm a spy by trade, right? This is hardly my first undercover mission as man. Just the first time I happen to actually be one."