( it doesn't take a great deal of effort to detect that her discomfort doesn't solely stem from the fact that she's on foreign grounds, here, with two guys she may've run into in the past, but only just now got on a first name basis with. for a moment, though, he's a bit distracted with the—what is that, russian?—that slips smoothly from her tongue, watches pink lips bounce gently off the syllables as she offers out a pretty mouthy, distinguished name.

natalia. natasha. bit more proper than the 'red' he's been tagging her as with sammy in their past run-ins, bringing her up mildly mid-conversation over the fluff of waffles and a coffee, black and strong. )

I get that a lot. ( the whole 'i've heard of you' bit, except it's normally at the opposite end of a barrel or after he's been beaten half to hell. ) Can't say the same for you. (it's when she winces, weakly attempting to keep the pain that hisses from her lips covered that he shifts a bit from where his back rests, brow taking on the slightest furrow. it isn't difficult to assess where it's stemming from, what with how she straightens her spine and speaks a little more through her teeth than not. beer is set on the countertop beside him before he's brushing palms together, taking a step toward her before he hesitates, glancing toward the med kit sat beside said snoring brother. )

Hey, hey—easy does it, Red. ( it's habit. ) You need me to take a look? ( an offer that comes without a trace of any straying intentions. how quickly he snaps into that little soldier daddy'd made him out to be, the only time hands were as steady as if on the pearl grip of his pistol being when tending to a wound. )

Make sure it's good, if anything. If you're walkin' out in twelve hours, let me at least make sure it's in one piece, huh?