» action

[ Well, dramatic she'll get. Natasha's shoulders snap up with tension, and she's got the (somewhat mediocre) pistol she already had pointed and aimed straight into the shadows. There's almost no part of her that wavers — including the expression on her face, which isn't a frown of focus so much as a total absence of expression. Pure instinct. That kind of thing.

Still— jumping at shadows is a no-go, and Natasha visibly forces herself to relax after a long beat, crouching down to pick up the pistol and giving it a quick once-over.

Dryly, still glancing up: ]

I don't think it counts if I can't see you.