The meal was more than filling, and it was all Natasha could do to finish hers, but after Clint’s teasing words she wasn’t about to leave even a morsel in her bowl. The brandy helped a little, though she was more than a little certain that she had overdone it and would regret it later.
Smiling warmly at Turi when he joined them at the table, she looked curiously at the picture before her eyes fixed on Clint’s face, carefully gauging his reaction. He looked a bit shaken, and clearly surprised, both by the photograph and the offer, so while he pulled himself together she was glad to engage Turi.
“Yes,” she answered, a little surprised herself. Her American accent was flawless, but apparently she still had some sort of tell that this old man could see. She thought about putting on a bit of an accent, but this trip was not about masks nor covering their tracks; they were here to relax and be themselves, and over the years the Russian accent was the one she actually had to put on, so complete was her transition when she worked to drop it. She went for the simple, honest explanation. “Though I left there many years ago.”
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Smiling warmly at Turi when he joined them at the table, she looked curiously at the picture before her eyes fixed on Clint’s face, carefully gauging his reaction. He looked a bit shaken, and clearly surprised, both by the photograph and the offer, so while he pulled himself together she was glad to engage Turi.
“Yes,” she answered, a little surprised herself. Her American accent was flawless, but apparently she still had some sort of tell that this old man could see. She thought about putting on a bit of an accent, but this trip was not about masks nor covering their tracks; they were here to relax and be themselves, and over the years the Russian accent was the one she actually had to put on, so complete was her transition when she worked to drop it. She went for the simple, honest explanation. “Though I left there many years ago.”