[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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[persuadeyou]

[There's no answer at first, and it looks like Clint may get the same treatment anyone else trying to contact her has gotten. But if he's listening close, there's some movement inside, and then the lock clicks on the door. It's another moment before she opens it, and when she does, she looks neutral, almost normal.

Except she doesn't look pleased to see him, doesn't look at him like she usually does - like they share a joke that no one else is in on, like they went through hell several times and brought back souvenirs - she just looks blank.]

It was awful. [She hasn't actually spoken in days, and her voice grates, just a little.]