[ Ah-hah. Good information. Useful information. He doesn't react to it, of course, but now he knows three things: that Natasha goes around armed; that Natasha lifts things from the labs, and he doubts very much that that is limited to simply a scalpel; where to go if and when he needs a knife. Not that it'd be a good defensive weapon, but if they catch him and he needs to...
Ah. No. He promised Miles that he would live, didn't he? Right. Regardless. He still has those first two pieces of intel. Could be important. ]
Do...you have it on you?
[ His voice is thick. He swallows. Even as the analytical hyperfocused part of his brain is working to dissect her, divide her into little packets of intel to be filed away in all the appropriate drawers, his emotional side - and his physical side - is reacting to that. His free hand comes up to feverishly caress her thigh. ]
no subject
Ah. No. He promised Miles that he would live, didn't he? Right. Regardless. He still has those first two pieces of intel. Could be important. ]
Do...you have it on you?
[ His voice is thick. He swallows. Even as the analytical hyperfocused part of his brain is working to dissect her, divide her into little packets of intel to be filed away in all the appropriate drawers, his emotional side - and his physical side - is reacting to that. His free hand comes up to feverishly caress her thigh. ]
Right now?