[ Natasha only has time for a quick grateful smile at Wedge before she too is 'suiting up': she's been equipped with her weapon ready since they took off. but her fingers fumble a little with the delicate clasps, and she frowns at them as she tugs the harness on. ]
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Hе бежать впереди паровоза.
[ She murmurs in an ironic tone, looks up and tightens the buckle at his chest. ]
Pretty sure you don't need to speak Russian to know we think you're an idiot.
[ She adds, a little warmer, as they turn and head out. ]