[ she moves through the snow like it's home terrain (and, boy, is it ever). her own scarf is looped around her neck, ready to be pulled over her mouth should the weather warrant it. a glance at her companion assures her that he's in good enough shape, and he vocalises his support of her half-formed plan. good. on more than one job, natasha has lugged men bigger than her to safety.
this is preferable. ]
You know what they say about coming in from the cold.
[ a private joke, depending on the audience. one has to come in from the cold is what they say. she returns her gloved hands to her pockets. ]
It's Natasha, by the way.
[ she says it so he knows what to shout in an emergency more than out of any obligation to politeness. ]
no subject
this is preferable. ]
You know what they say about coming in from the cold.
[ a private joke, depending on the audience. one has to come in from the cold is what they say. she returns her gloved hands to her pockets. ]
It's Natasha, by the way.
[ she says it so he knows what to shout in an emergency more than out of any obligation to politeness. ]