<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl20/23456gfd.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natalie Strachan<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Hacker<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluffs<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Ryan, Adriano, Allison, Taras</span></span><hr/>"<strong>Yeah, cool.</strong>" Natalie said bluntly in response to Ryan's interest in hockey. Again, she wasn't the most knowledgeable on the subject, let alone sports in general. Did Seattle have a soccer team? There wasn't a lot of time to think on it, thankfully, as Ryan went on to talk about how he was new to these parts, as well as how concerned he was for her. The blonde quirked an eyebrow at him, a little more than curious about how someone could even pretend to worry about someone else after such a short period of time let alone genuinely mean it. Natalie passed it off as a guy just trying to reel her in, so didn't read into it too much.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Ryan. I appreciate the thought but I'm alright." Well, she didn't really appreciate the thought, but she didn't want to be the one that scared off the new guy just because she's a bit frigid and a lot awkward. Feeling a tad bit guilty, Natalie followed Ryan's eyes in an effort to bring back his attention. That went up in smoke as soon as she saw the rest of the crew (or rather, Adriano, Allison, and Taras) hanging out by the Italian's car like he had just gotten out of it. <br/><br/>With a huff, Natalie pushed herself off of the fence, patting down her bum to clear off any gathered dust on the concrete base, whether there was some or not. Without a word, she gestured to Ryan with a tilt of her head to follow her over to them. Whether he did or not, she wasn't too concerned, but the presence of those she was more familiar with was much more appealing than the continued petty small talk she was going to keep having with Ryan. Crowds were where she liked to be - it made it easier for her to just become part of the scenery and just... observe.<br/><br/>Natalie hustled her way over to the trio, something between a jog and a skip to get her there that much faster. She took a quick note on how close Allison and Taras were, but much like with Ryan, she didn't put much thought into it. They were always close. Always. The matter of their relationship was nothing she cared to bother herself with. It really wasn't a matter of whether she would be happy to see them together or not, but more that she just simply didn't care. <br/><br/>Allison was as good as a friend as any amongst the crew for Natalie. Them being girls made it that much easier to connect, but they never really hung out on a level beyond just being in the crew. That was no fault of the younger girl, though, Natalie just wasn't a fan of one-on-one situations, avoiding them if she could help it.  She felt that Allison had always done right by her and she would have no problem returning the favour.<br/><br/>Taras, although Natalie new him a bit longer than she new Allison thanks to her Asia departure, was much in the same boat as the redhead. He has established a bit of a reputation as the crew's brute, but Natalie could tell that he would sooner beat the crap out of someone than see one of his own hurt. It was comforting having him around for that fact alone. As the distance between herself the the three of them crew smaller, she wondered why she had never thought of Taras in a way beyond just Taras. Her jog-skip came down to a slow walk as she thought about it, but as soon as she caught another glimpse of Allison, the answer was clear.<br/><br/>Stepping up to the crew, Natalie half-squinted her eyes and waved happily to them all. It was a standard Natalie greeting when she was in the mood - most of the crew members would have seen it every time they come into her office / living space in the loft where she could usually be found half-naked while working on the next big heist or project. She had a thing against locked doors and clothing when she was in her space.</div>