[ What's in Beijing, indeed — the information Camille gives is only tangently related, names and the whereabouts of a specific warehouse. It's a thread Natasha will be happy to follow, if only to find what she wants most — when she defected from Russia, she left something (someone) behind, locked away in the cold of a stasis tube under a cocktail of drugs. It takes a lot to sedate someone who can heal in a couple of minutes.
Admire, maybe, but respect is better. Respect is tangible, respect lets ease settle into her shoulders as she starts the car, respect is a step behind the most tangible thing of all: loyalty. Later, Natasha will check the information, but with only a passing kind of interest — maybe Camille looks how old she is, unlike the other two in the shoddy jeep, but like attracts like. Isn't that the phrase? (Mongrels, survivors, people who don't stay lying down.)
A hand cupped around her eyes, Natasha blinks into the direction Bond gestures, a light shrug as she tips her chin and drives. ]
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Admire, maybe, but respect is better. Respect is tangible, respect lets ease settle into her shoulders as she starts the car, respect is a step behind the most tangible thing of all: loyalty. Later, Natasha will check the information, but with only a passing kind of interest — maybe Camille looks how old she is, unlike the other two in the shoddy jeep, but like attracts like. Isn't that the phrase? (Mongrels, survivors, people who don't stay lying down.)
A hand cupped around her eyes, Natasha blinks into the direction Bond gestures, a light shrug as she tips her chin and drives. ]
I hate loose ends.