Natasha slipped into her room and got dressed again, tying her hair back and blowing the loose strands out of her eyes. She checked herself in the mirror and frowned.<em>"Where are those curves I want?"</em>Her mother always told her she was pretty, like a good little girl Natasha had agreed but she'd never really<em>felt</em>it. She grumbled to herself as she tidied her things, such as they were, away and slipped from the room, heading down to the main hall. The least she could do was<em>try</em>to be sociable. She looked in the mirror once more as left the room, stepping quietly into the main hall. Various people were milling around in a confusing manner.<br/><br/>"People..." she muttered in Russian before sitting down on the nearest available seat or ledge. She began practicing introductions in murmured Russian "My name is Natasha... no... Hey, I'm Natasha... damn... Natasha, pleased to meet... no... Hello, It's a pleasure to mee... urrgh!"