[Eames has always been good with names and faces, a talent that thankfully hasn't been hampered by several centuries of memories, and someone like Natasha isn't so easily forgotten. Though, he suspects, she does try to be forgettable sometimes.]
[He smiles back, easily recalling the taste of blood on her skin and the smell of it on her breath when he sees her face. He wonders what she's like these days.]
Natasha. [He's not a hugger, but his body language is a little more open at a familiar face.] It's been a while.
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[He smiles back, easily recalling the taste of blood on her skin and the smell of it on her breath when he sees her face. He wonders what she's like these days.]
Natasha. [He's not a hugger, but his body language is a little more open at a familiar face.] It's been a while.