⚠ Probably some mild violence? IDK with these two, man.
After being escorted to Derleth, Natasha was determined to scout every inch of the place. Not that she didn't trust those aorund her (she didn't), but this was just one of those things she needed to do herself. Get the lay of the land, so to speak. Truthfully, there was a small part of her that was hoping to rujn into someone from her own universe, to find out if the mission had succeeded. She supposed she could've asked Loki, but she didn't trust that she could actually believe anything that came out of his mouth.
She'd walked the entirety of the campus nearly three times now, and she hadn't seen anything to be worried about - you know, other than the fact that she'd been pulled into some sort of extra-dimensional pocket world with the trash of the universe. Was she bitter about that? Maybe a little.
She hadn't checked in with the network much since arriving; she probably should, but right now it wasn't among her top priorities. If she had, she would've known about Yelena being there. She wouldn't have been utterly blindsided when she turned a corner and set eyes on the familiar blonde.
"Yelena?" Her sister's name was barely a whisper. It had been so long since she'd laid eyes on her; she had no idea if Yelena had been 'blipped' like some of the others. There was the possiblilty, however, that this Yelena was not of her own universe. What if she didn't know her? What if she was still under the influence of the Red Room. At that thought, Nat paused, one foot sliding back slightly as she took a low-key defensive stance, just in case.