（ oh this is adorable.

and possibly dangerous.

where's steve rogers, the patron saint of reckless dumbasses, when you need him? nat just smiles a little, crooked. ）

We all woke up on an alien planet in eggs where an alien race of sentient fish is trying to worship us, I think I'm pretty okay with the occasional rough day. I'm still missing Starbucks.

（ she tips her chin up at him a little, a sort of 's'up' gesture. ）

Neat trick, with the fire. Magic?