<div class="floatleft">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/609779-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Natasha Evans<br/><strong>Title:</strong> <del>Snow Angel</del> None yet<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Neutral<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Teletrix, Wreck<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>His short answer took her aback, and Natasha's brow wrinkled when Marcus told her that she could forget about additional supplies.<br/><br/>“Damn...” she muttered under her breath, while she thought,<em>I guess I'll have to make do with what I do have. I suppose I can't blame him. It must be tough being a leader of a group like this. The rest of these people seem like they're able to move. It's just this girl that's severely beaten up. If I run out of supplies then I'll just have to find new ones later on.</em><br/><br/>“It's okay, I'll figure something out,” Natasha replied to Marcus, “Thank you for your assistance.”<br/><br/>She offered him a shy smile.<br/><br/>If anything, she was quite scared by his big form, but she did her best not to show it to him. If she ever got into a fight with him he'd probably kill her with a single hit. She wasn't surprised if he'd be able to stop a train coming to him at full-speed. She knew there were mutants able to do so, and it frightened the living daylights out of her that somebody possessed such strength.<br/><br/>Natasha stroked the girl's cheek with the back of her hand, while she waited for her reply. She took pity on the girl and she could sense that she was in a great deal of pain.