OOM: Milliways; Firing Range

[redintheledger]

Annoying things about having a husband in the military - sometimes, the military takes him off for exercises and training for days on end. It's not as if Natasha has a lot to do to freaking Khabarovsk, and she'd had plans for Alexei.

But in the absence of one ridiculously attractive husband, a lack of clothes to repair, and entirely unable to bring herself to reread any of the books they'd brought with them, she's taken herself off to Milliways. Not that it's going to pass the time, but at least she could do things to wear herself out enough that a nap wouldn't completely throw off her sleeping-cycle, and that will fill in the time.

So - dressed in trousers and with a scarf pinned over her hair - she's at the firing range with a rifle, practicing her marksmanship.

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[redintheledger]

Focused as she is on the target, she's still aware of her surroundings. She sits up from where she'd been lying down, and gives the woman a small wave to get her attention.

"Is there a problem?"

She swallows the automatic 'comrade' at a sight of a uniform - the uniform isn't Soviet, and she's not familiar with Western uniforms to actually label it.