“Yes,” Natasha confirms, reading the slight fear as only an expert in the area can. “Come with me, and I’ll tell you who. We can fend off interest.” She stands, smoothing down her own dress as she offers her hand. “No one will question us like this.”
Vesper looked down at Romanoff’s hand with suspicion. Who was to say she was only ‘searching’ for Vesper. For what she knew, she could be taking the hand of her own killer. “Fend off interest?”, she repeated, assessing whether or not it would be prudent to go with her. Vesper stood silent for a moment but eventually took her hand. “Very well, agent Romanoff.”
At the touch of the other woman’s hand, Natasha nods, leading her through the crowds. As glances turn their way, she looks back, murmuring in Vesper’s ear. “Those men, in the corner. Recognise them? Their eyes haven’t left us since we started speaking.” Her own weapon weighs on her thigh, but the room is a little too crowded for a bloodbath. Well, unless she has no choice.
