studdedmuses:

     [ Natalia kept her eyes on him, now,
     as the swalor of the markets came
     down on them. Her arms crossed
     rather tightly as he spoke, a nod
     tilting her features. ]

 ”Then I suppose I’m a perfect choice —
   no one will look for me.”

     [ Her words came with a slight
     shrug. There was no use in hiding
     a simple truth. But a pang of
     sympathy struck her chest as he
     continued. ]

 ”Did it make it easier..?”

     [ Her tone was tinted with the
     slightest bit of girlish fear. Her
     life was about to change in a
     radical way. Fear was natural. ]

     [ James gave a soft laugh
     as she spoke, hands shoved
     tightly into his pockets and
     the hat on his head pushed
     down properly. This
     conversation got a lot more
     dismal. ]  

          “We will.
                 You’re one of the better ones.”

          [ As the conversation turns
          to him, James raised a brow,
          his hand slipping out of his
          pocket for a moment ]

          “…. I suppose.
                    I was a lacky for the Americans.
                                           Gave my life to here.”

     [ a soft shrug. the
     conversation is
     supposed to be
     about her. no-one
     else ]

                           "Are you picking anything up?“