Keeping herself busy was proving to be a little more difficult than Natasha had originally considered - there was the ballet company, there were classes, she hadn't really found a shooting range yet and the gym. There was also peering around at social functions for people and ideas as to why and who all were there. And then there was the fact that she was neglecting the reason she'd wanted to come there in the first place, getting some rough sense of herself again, as it'd been sort of unraveling the longer things went on at home.
That afternoon things were going rather smoothly, she'd posted up inquiries around, there were several dancers that she felt comfortable enough with working that kind of a show with and it wasn't like she was unable to costume them - she did do that sort of thing, or well, she used to, anyway.
Natasha was scurrying around in the back trying to figure out where she had left the cart with the gold rotary phone and her robe - which were found, in two totally separate places. But at least one came with a bottle of water that she very much needed. Pulling the robe on, she gave direction to send the phone out stage left and to adjust the fainting couch - she'd be out there in a second when.. that was not a person that was working. At least not there.
The robe was black silk with red trim, came down to about mid thigh and was being paired with, well what anybody could see, large holed fishnets. Natasha stood on the ends of her toes and tapped the man in the suit's shoulder and smiled up at him, "you look like you're here to play the bugle in suspenders, so with my luck, it means that you're not - hi," there was a raspy giggle, extending her hand, "can I help at all?"