[She lifts her head a little, meets his eyes before looking away and stepping back so he can come in. Natasha. Not Natalia, not Comrade Romanova - she clenches her jaw a little and banishes the thought as best she can, closing the door behind him.]
I'm not hungry. [Her stomach has long since moved past its grumbling demands, and she hasn't quite clued in on the headache that should be telling her to eat something. It hasn't distinguished itself from the headache she woke as an adult with, from her head crashing into the wall.]
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Date: 2012-10-29 05:14 am (UTC)I'm not hungry. [Her stomach has long since moved past its grumbling demands, and she hasn't quite clued in on the headache that should be telling her to eat something. It hasn't distinguished itself from the headache she woke as an adult with, from her head crashing into the wall.]