[Private Spam for Natashas]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[When Mal makes a post Clint does a quick search of the ship. He'd hidden for different reasons, taking time to heal his broken arm. It's still in a sling but they say he'll heal fast.

It's a hell of a place. This ship. In more ways then one. When he stops in front of her room he taps on her door, two sharp taps and a long one.

Then he speaks.]

...Go ahead, open the door so you can laugh at my mullet.

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[worldsbestmarksman]

[Outwardly he falls for it...inwardly he's not convinced. Prepare to be tailed Natasha.] ....You sure?

[persuadeyou]

[Bring it. It'll still be a fe days before she leaves her room. :c But she gives him a small smile, and nods.]

I'll be fine, [she repeats.]