Natasha was aware that there was someone else in her room the moment she opened the door. It wasn't as though he'd disturbed anything, or even that the very presence or breath of him stirred the air - he was far, far too good for either of those things. It was the way she felt when she knew he was watching her, and the very faint, musky, clean scent of the hotel provided shampoo which she had not used since her first week in the Nexus. Natasha was not without enemies, and who was she to say that he wouldn't try killing her again someday? But she didn't sense this was an ambush or an attack, and instead simply thought it was him finally doing what they'd both been waiting on for months.
She stood motionless by her door for a moment, waiting, but when he made no move from the shadowy corner in which she sensed he was waiting, she shut the door behind her and turned on the light. He was in the corner she'd suspected, and his hair was still quite obviously wet.
"Hello," she said, sitting down her bag but keeping her jacket for the time being. "Your hair is wet. Should I get you a towel?"
Of course, he could've gotten his own towel if he sensed that was what he needed, but sometimes it was better to be offered something than to take it of one's own free will.
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Date: 2014-08-04 04:38 pm (UTC)She stood motionless by her door for a moment, waiting, but when he made no move from the shadowy corner in which she sensed he was waiting, she shut the door behind her and turned on the light. He was in the corner she'd suspected, and his hair was still quite obviously wet.
"Hello," she said, sitting down her bag but keeping her jacket for the time being. "Your hair is wet. Should I get you a towel?"
Of course, he could've gotten his own towel if he sensed that was what he needed, but sometimes it was better to be offered something than to take it of one's own free will.