[She doesn't snort at the joke, though there's a quiet sound that could have been one, but hadn't quite made it all the way there. Natasha doesn't answer at first - there are no chairs, the only surface is the dresser, a night table, and - her cot. It holds her attention for a few beats too long, before Natasha makes herself nod.]
If you want. [She stands, though, a few feet from it.]
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If you want. [She stands, though, a few feet from it.]