Snippet #1705537

Natasha didn't say anything to them; she liked it better when people didn't know who she was. Sooner or later, if she were to be spending a lot of time with these people, she'd have to introduce herself...but Natasha wasn't much of a people person. In her opinion, it's a lot easier to get around by yourself. In truth, she used to be much friendlier. But so many of the people she met ended up dead. Why bother?

Just as she was about to rummage through her pack for something to eat, the guard stepped aside. Natasha jumped to her feet, swiftly swinging the rifle over her chest. Nodding at the guard as she passed him, she stepped inside the bar. A large, muscular man, that seemed to be in his late forties, early fifties maybe, was sitting down near the front of the room. His eyes passed over everyone as they entered; assessing them, most likely. Natasha made a mental note not to get on his bad side. He was smoking a cigar, probably to show off his wealth. First impressions, right?

Taking a seat with her back to a corner, Natasha pulled her hair down and ran a hand through the chocolate brown locks. When was the last time she slept? She rubbed her hands over her face, then focused on the man. "I'd like to get this over with quickly." Natasha smiled; this would be good.