[Natasha takes the bag just in case, but doesn't touch anything inside. If anything, she can dump it out and find some other use for it. She moves quickly and quietly as well—her suit might stand out against the white of the walls, but her boots have soft, flexible soles, perfect for keeping her steps almost silent. There are so many blind corners, though, that she has no real way to ensure she doesn't get caught by surprise. That's why Bucky manages to grab her at all, and she almost tries to retaliate before she recognizes who he is, even as her back slams against the wall and the air is forced from her lungs.]
Bucky. Fancy meeting you here.
[It comes out breathless as she lifts one hand to touch his arm, gentle.]
no subject
Bucky. Fancy meeting you here.
[It comes out breathless as she lifts one hand to touch his arm, gentle.]
It's me. No programming.