[ Natalia is a spy with high clearance within S.H.I.E.L.D. ... and she keeps files on everyone.
She crosses her arms with a hesitant frown and furrowed brows, cradling Ray's gift in the crook of her elbow. ] The memory invasion bullshit, and the hallucinations brought on by the Mares, and the club practically every time you enter, I would prefer to have some kind of buffer against those attacks in the future. With the understanding that, yeah, it's fucking Hell and there's probably no guarantee, but something has to be better than nothing, right?
Okay. Right. ((nods a few times too many)) Let me sleep on it? Asking you to play Ded Moroz is one thing, but letting someone who is an enemy back home into my mind is a little more difficult to accept. I haven't been around to watch you make progress; you'll understand my reservations, I'm sure.
[ loki gives a little snort. yes, he qualifies as hers, but bold of natalia to think she qualifies as his. he may not trust her overtly much but he certainly does not fear her. ]
I don't particularly care either way. The choice is yours.
no subject
It should not. Though sometimes the intensity of the memories can prove to be disorientating.
no subject
She crosses her arms with a hesitant frown and furrowed brows, cradling Ray's gift in the crook of her elbow. ] The memory invasion bullshit, and the hallucinations brought on by the Mares, and the club practically every time you enter, I would prefer to have some kind of buffer against those attacks in the future. With the understanding that, yeah, it's fucking Hell and there's probably no guarantee, but something has to be better than nothing, right?
no subject
I can put in a ward, yes. If it is extreme, then there's nothing I can do, but it should dampen the more . . . daily effects that happen in Hell.
Hover
no subject
I don't particularly care either way. The choice is yours.
no subject
[ Arms uncross and she holds up the globe but is looking at Loki, features set back into gratitude. ] Thank you, again, for this.
[ Natalia means to show herself out, and unless he has more to say, she pivots to do so. ]
no subject
[ as he ushers her out. ]