Hearing the commotion before she saw it — Natasha had been in the area for one reason or another — the assassin walked readily towards it, spotting the cause of the noise; this was a bit odd an unexpected, though she was used to it in a way.
"No, not really." She walked up next to the woman — was this who Thor was always going on about? She’d seen pictures — and her instincts kicked in; quite literally. With a good kick to the gut on one of the creatures, it doubled down in pain, the redhead having just as easy of a time with the rest, pulling out an automatic and taking aim at the last few before they were all down for good. It all took less than five minutes. "You okay?" Turning to the brunette, she breathed in heavily; Natasha was a bit out of breath.
"Uhm, sure. Should be getting used to monsters on earth soon right?" Jane curled a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed, "I’m fine yes. Considering I just had a stick as weapon," she smiled, "You’re the black widow aren’t you? I have to get me one of those," she nodded at the weapon with a nervous chuckle, "Thank you."
"Yes, probably." Natasha agreed, shifting in place some and smoothing out her blouse before looking back up. "Yes, I'm the black widow but please call me Natasha. It doesn't feel right being called that when I'm not actually on a mission." And she hadn't been, the redhead simply spending her free time doing her own thing. "You're welcome. I didn't think Thor would have liked it if I'd have left you here to fend for yourself. I'd rather not get on the big man's bad side."
