Natasha looks at me oddly. I think she senses or sees how weird I am being, not that it’s hard. I try for a smile, take her jacket and practically haul it off her in my eagerness to get away from this dark corner and back to showing Sophie that nothing is going on over here. I can practically feel her rage emanating this way, and I take a slow, steadying breath and try to control my faculties. No one unnerves me like she does, with one shitty mood and the unpredictability of my fireball ...