next time you should be more careful who you're sitting next to (backdate to this morning)
[Video clicks on from atop the armoire at the other end of the bedroom. The sun is just beginning to light the shadows, filtering in through the Roman blinds in Natasha's room. A quiet beep to her right signals a message on her PDA but when she moves to roll and snatch it up like most every other morning, she's halted by a tug at her shoulder; unlike any other morning.]
Hrm...
[She turns back to investigate, assuming some sort of curse, and furrows her brow when she sees blonde hair on the pillow that is usually unoccupied. A quick motion and her hand is lifted up, dragging his with it, attached by handcuffs. Another scowl as she attempts to recall any doings that she might not have remembered committing, then Natasha assumes the worst, though she may not know the motivation behind being drugged and handcuffed to this man.
Another two quick moves and she's pulling a pin from the nightstand to begin picking the lock before he wakes up. And the knife in her hand is for if he wakes up too soon.]
Hrm...
[She turns back to investigate, assuming some sort of curse, and furrows her brow when she sees blonde hair on the pillow that is usually unoccupied. A quick motion and her hand is lifted up, dragging his with it, attached by handcuffs. Another scowl as she attempts to recall any doings that she might not have remembered committing, then Natasha assumes the worst, though she may not know the motivation behind being drugged and handcuffed to this man.
Another two quick moves and she's pulling a pin from the nightstand to begin picking the lock before he wakes up. And the knife in her hand is for if he wakes up too soon.]