An eyebrow arched and a bit of her humor--sad, battered thing that it currently was--curved her lips in amusement. "I do appreciate the offer, Mr. Winchester, but..." What but? The refusal was sheer reflex; she'd always scorned favors whenever they'd been offered.
Trust. She'd been taught that there was no such thing, that 'trust' was just another word for 'betrayal', and that letting anyone--anyone at all--inside was tantamount to suicide. Trust no one, her instructors had drilled into them, and you never be betrayed.
And she'd held to that maxim ever since.
Natasha nibbled lightly at her lower lip, wondering why she was even entertaining the notion. She couldn't stay here. --could she? This place was certainly a fortress; she'd spied damn few structural weaknesses in her brief examination after her shower. And she was savvy enough to guess there were more than a few unseen traps lying in wait for whatever nasty smart enough to make it inside, as well.
And, God, but she was so damned tired... She never wanted for work; she'd checked her voicemail just an hour ago and had five new messages, all of them contracts for her skills and services. A little time off to rest and recuperate might be just the thing, particularly if she didn't have to constantly keep watch over her shoulder...
These thoughts and others scrolled through her mind as she worried her lower lip with her teeth, weighing pros and cons, automatically calculating. Finally, Natasha lifted her eyes and met Dean's gaze again, pursing her lips in a small crooked smile before giving a soft nod. "...well...how about we just play it by ear, hm? Take things one day at a time." Her mouth crooked a little more. "I could use a little vacation, actually."
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Trust. She'd been taught that there was no such thing, that 'trust' was just another word for 'betrayal', and that letting anyone--anyone at all--inside was tantamount to suicide. Trust no one, her instructors had drilled into them, and you never be betrayed.
And she'd held to that maxim ever since.
Natasha nibbled lightly at her lower lip, wondering why she was even entertaining the notion. She couldn't stay here. --could she? This place was certainly a fortress; she'd spied damn few structural weaknesses in her brief examination after her shower. And she was savvy enough to guess there were more than a few unseen traps lying in wait for whatever nasty smart enough to make it inside, as well.
And, God, but she was so damned tired... She never wanted for work; she'd checked her voicemail just an hour ago and had five new messages, all of them contracts for her skills and services. A little time off to rest and recuperate might be just the thing, particularly if she didn't have to constantly keep watch over her shoulder...
These thoughts and others scrolled through her mind as she worried her lower lip with her teeth, weighing pros and cons, automatically calculating. Finally, Natasha lifted her eyes and met Dean's gaze again, pursing her lips in a small crooked smile before giving a soft nod. "...well...how about we just play it by ear, hm? Take things one day at a time." Her mouth crooked a little more. "I could use a little vacation, actually."