Natalia was very confused, but she didn't show it. The last thing she remembered before waking up in a strange place was hooking the familiar cuffs around her wrists and tightening them just short of cutting off circulation. Some girls - usually the younger ones - had made that mistake in the past, and had lost fingers because of it. Natalia wasn't one of the youngest, but she was one of the smartest, and she made sure never to make that mistake herself. A lame Widow wouldn't be as valuable.
When she'd found the strange communications device, it had taken her an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to use it, but once she had her questions hadn't really been answered. She was someplace called Preya, and the Madame had not yet found her - and she apparently had to fend for herself. One man had offered to help her find things, and given her an address, but she hadn't gone there yet - making him wait would be better, in her opinion. She didn't want to be predictable.
Instead, she began to explore her surroundings. She had stuck to her thin shorts and top at first, until she realized that attracted attention, and sneaking into someone's house to steal clothes had been almost too easy. Now she wore a pair of dark gray pants and boots and green sweater, which she had covered with a black coat she'd found that was just a little too big for her, but she barely noticed. Her bright red hair was easily visible in the streetlights, except when she drifted into the shadows to avoid others while trying to get her bearings.
Stopping by the mouth of an alley, she ignored the sudden wind that shoved a handful of snow into her face, only blinking and shaking her head in annoyance at the moisture rather than the cold. Her small form was tense, ready to run or fight if she needed, and though her hands ached for a weapon she didn't have, she focused on her training - she was the weapon, and she was all she really needed.