Nat | Siri
"Siri. And yes, it seems I can't stay away, no matter how alien the surroundings on the other side." She said it with a quirk of her lips, almost sarcastic even if there was a strong thread of truth there. The doors were beyond foreign; they were utterly without rhyme or reason, she swore. On the other side of the door Natasha had open, it looked like a rather plain open building. Perhaps some sort of gathering place. Of course, that didn't mean it wasn't dangerous. Siri found, regretfully, that she couldn't sense what was on the other side of the door until she was through it.
"Natasha. I don't think I had seen you around. Are you new here? Admittedly, I am not always the most social." No apology in that. With a practiced eye, Siri took in both Natasha's economy of movement and her weapons. "And from one fighter to another, I think I wouldn't mind at all if we stuck together."