[Natasha has a knack for finding people that have seen things, people that know how to survive. She might not know his story, but she can see beyond his eyes, and there's something she can relate to. Even now. Even after everything. Her smile is small, but genuine enough when she asks him to dance.]
It's like riding a bike.
[It is to her. The song plays, and she moves to put her hand on his shoulder with a small smile.]
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It's like riding a bike.
[It is to her. The song plays, and she moves to put her hand on his shoulder with a small smile.]
Looks like you could use the distraction anyway.