If she's being realistic - and that's something she usually is by default rather than trying to be -, it's not the first war torn wasteland she's ever been dropped into. It's not even the first one she's seen without a familiar face or two flanking her. The time travel and the dimension hopping is undeniably freaky (and she does, sometimes, get scared - finds herself sleepless in the middle of the night and wishing for a security clearance level five dossier to thumb through), but she can admit it's not outside the realm of possibility.
So Natasha does what she had always done: she adapts. In Exsilium that seems to mean pretending things are fine and normal even when they're neither. Which is how she ends up in the library, carefully moving through the stacks of volumes both familiar and utterly, completely alien. Only half the books even look like books, the other half stray files and database numbers for access on the library's systems. She doesn't think of herself as much of a reader (which isn't entirely true, not always), but there's a strange kind of stability in the shelves and in the organization, unchanged like something preserved in a museum.
Exsilium was her first war torn wasteland, but after over a year spent wandering it and somewhere close to another year now spent traveling in time she's found that she's accustomed to it. In some respects, it's almost like home. What she's supposed to think about that she's not entirely sure, but she knows that it is one of the better outcomes, really.
The library was her first haunt, and all this time later she still finds working through the records in it soothing. Definitely easier than a great deal of other things that go around here, and that's how she runs into Natasha today.
Not runs into in the literal sense of the word, just has to reach up past for a folder with access codes she needs. "Sorry, I just need this really quickly."
Natasha intercepts her, snagging the folder from off the shelf. There isn't much of a pause before she passes it over, the corner of her mouth pulling up gently. "Sure."
She takes the folder, looks at Natasha a little more thoroughly for a moment, interest in her face. "I don't believe I've seen you around before." It doesn't say a great deal - she by no means has the time to keep up with all of the network and certainly not all the inhabitants of this place, but she still believes she would recognize a fair number of them.
"I don't use the network much," she says, easy and off the cuff in a way that suggests she has better things to do than trawl what passes as the internet all day. What exactly those things could be in Exsilium, god only knows.
"But then I don't think I've seen you around either." So she definitely keeps up on the network at least.
There's an air about this woman that Roslyn finds almost familiar, something about her put together and together that suggests a great deal of competence.
Roslyn has always enjoyed competence. "I tend to text." Occasionally voice. She's used video only a few times, and not recently at all. "And I spend most of my time at the police station." Or the training rooms, or her apartment. It doesn't tend to vary much. "And you?"
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and this is for natasha because i can
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So Natasha does what she had always done: she adapts. In Exsilium that seems to mean pretending things are fine and normal even when they're neither. Which is how she ends up in the library, carefully moving through the stacks of volumes both familiar and utterly, completely alien. Only half the books even look like books, the other half stray files and database numbers for access on the library's systems. She doesn't think of herself as much of a reader (which isn't entirely true, not always), but there's a strange kind of stability in the shelves and in the organization, unchanged like something preserved in a museum.
She knows a thing or two about preservation.
no it is not touches your face
The library was her first haunt, and all this time later she still finds working through the records in it soothing. Definitely easier than a great deal of other things that go around here, and that's how she runs into Natasha today.
Not runs into in the literal sense of the word, just has to reach up past for a folder with access codes she needs. "Sorry, I just need this really quickly."
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"But then I don't think I've seen you around either." So she definitely keeps up on the network at least.
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Roslyn has always enjoyed competence. "I tend to text." Occasionally voice. She's used video only a few times, and not recently at all. "And I spend most of my time at the police station." Or the training rooms, or her apartment. It doesn't tend to vary much. "And you?"