"You're not exaggerating at all, and I think that the sickest part about it is the fact that the financial disparity isn't even the worst thing about this place." There's a touch of bitterness that seeps into Natasha's tone when she says it, her lips pursing for a moment in annoyance as she also looks away to watch the emcee.
"My first mission here, I was put in a room with a girl who had absolutely no skills in self defense and we were forced to fight a bunch of buggy, killer robots for 'testing' purposes. If she was in there with someone who didn't now how to defend themselves, she would have died. Or, at least, have gotten seriously injured, and that's just something that happens here. It feels like Russia." The last part comes out before Natasha can think about it, spurred on by her frustration more than anything else. "It feels like Russia all over again."
An eyebrow arches when he mentions his plan with the food, an acknowledgement for him despite the fact that she's still looking elsewhere. "Good, because you're right. I can feel how that shit is effecting me, it has to change. And that's a struggle I can't relate to." It isn't a tease, but a genuine admission. Natasha is surrounded by men who seem to feel less useful here than they did back home, and she can see how it effects them; her friends.
"But I can see a lot of people going through it. I don't even know where we would be able to start with that, though, the most I've been able to do is gain the Computer's trust and use it properly. When it comes to powers and abilities, I don't know if I could be of much use."
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"My first mission here, I was put in a room with a girl who had absolutely no skills in self defense and we were forced to fight a bunch of buggy, killer robots for 'testing' purposes. If she was in there with someone who didn't now how to defend themselves, she would have died. Or, at least, have gotten seriously injured, and that's just something that happens here. It feels like Russia." The last part comes out before Natasha can think about it, spurred on by her frustration more than anything else. "It feels like Russia all over again."
An eyebrow arches when he mentions his plan with the food, an acknowledgement for him despite the fact that she's still looking elsewhere. "Good, because you're right. I can feel how that shit is effecting me, it has to change. And that's a struggle I can't relate to." It isn't a tease, but a genuine admission. Natasha is surrounded by men who seem to feel less useful here than they did back home, and she can see how it effects them; her friends.
"But I can see a lot of people going through it. I don't even know where we would be able to start with that, though, the most I've been able to do is gain the Computer's trust and use it properly. When it comes to powers and abilities, I don't know if I could be of much use."