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It was one of those instances where she, somewhere else, would have corrected herself several hours ago and introducing herself by another name altogether. Her name was, well, being called it by a stranger woke her up more than she'd been a few moments ago, anyway. Natasha's smile widened and warmed, feeling the weight of the man's hand in hers, and if they wanted to exchange theories over such things, it was enough to tell that he'd seen some stuff. Her own were softer than they should have been, but that was neither here nor there. Her brow lifted in question and grinned as she'd remarked, "I'm sure you say that to all the new displaced," she paused for a beat, "it's nice to meet you properly, Nyx."
Natasha tutted and shook her head, "no trust me," gesturing a bit with her free hand, "you rolled through that momentum like you were born doing it," everything else was a sight too, but it looked like he'd been dancing - and she couldn't help but respond to such things. "Alright you seriously need to stop that," a rough giggle bubbled through her while taking the thermos from him, "humble is fine and all, but you are meeting a strange person in the middle of an increasingly odd town to give her tea, lackluster is hardly the word I would use for such things." Uncapping it she held it up for a moment in a toast, "to your health," before taking a long sip, letting the liquid run through and elevate some of the restlessness in her bones. Her eyes slid shut as she shook her head, "nope, that's probably the nicest tea I've had in about three months," countering his attempt at downplaying the tea. Her mouth quirked a little, "if I try to argue with you about needing my gun, you're going to pull out the knife, aren't you?"