[There's no saving the contents of the glass, but Natasha moves quick to catch the glass before it can fall to the floor and turn the mishap into a minor catastrophe. At least she imagines that if he responds like this to some spilt tonic water, he wouldn't be any more at ease over broken glass.
Righting the tumbler, she flashes an amused smile.]
Don't worry about it. I didn't actually want to drink it anyway.
[Which is entirely true. She's been working through the drink, but it wasn't satisfying. Funny how the truth came out sometimes.
She offers her hand to shake, since that was the direction he'd been going.]
speed dating it is
Righting the tumbler, she flashes an amused smile.]
Don't worry about it. I didn't actually want to drink it anyway.
[Which is entirely true. She's been working through the drink, but it wasn't satisfying. Funny how the truth came out sometimes.
She offers her hand to shake, since that was the direction he'd been going.]
Natasha Romanoff.