Natasha shook her head, and crossed the room to go sit on the loveseat. Years... It was hard to imagine being stuck there for that long. She'd learned already that the Christmas decorations weren't normal, so hopefully they'd be temporary, but the hotel as a whole just felt off. Even with the ambient Christmas music playing everywhere, it felt sort of hollow. It felt like limbo.
"Someone I met earlier suggested it might be Loki," she said, folding her legs underneath her pretzel-style as she reached up to start pulling the pins from her hair. "I don't think he was being serious. I don't think he realized he could have been being serious." Every pin she pulled out of her hair gave her that much more relief from the tight style it had been pulled back into. "And I don't think it's Loki, either."
Granted, she really didn't know what else it could be. The whole place made her uncomfortable. Their PDAs didn't give her nearly as much information as she wanted, and though she hadn't really sat down to try to hack into them, she didn't think she'd be getting much out of them, either. She was tense, visibly so, and it only eased slightly when she finally ran her fingers through her hair, undoing the last of the twists.