The Rolls Royce purrs to a stop.  A moment later, the driver's door swing open, Natasha'a long legs swiveling, her lightly-heeled shoes clicking on contact with the ground.  Stepping out, she breathes deeply, her chest rising and falling as she inhales the night air.  Her pupils dilate slightly, her elf-eyes adjusting quickly to the dim lighting.  Her lips thin as she surveys the surroundings.  Not very defensible, if the airport was where their opponents, whoever they were, decided to attack.  Still... her eyes narrow slightly as she looks out into the pounding rain, thick sheets of water obscuring her view.  Here, there would not be the security nightmare of, say, a mall.  Just about anyone that approached could be assumed to be a threat, rather than the elusive one in a thousand.  Of course, at that point, they'd be almost inside already...<br/><br/>Glancing up at the office, Natasha frowns, considering.  "Hmmm.  If someone has long range capability, perhaps they could set up in the office?  Fang, if you would be so good as to check it before going on astral overwatch."<br/><br/>Warned about the approach of the additional runner, Natasha manages to control the twitch of her hand that would betray the location of her hidden holster.  Another runner, not present for the negotiations.  Introduced by the assistant, not directly by their employer.  That could mean any number of things; not all were bad, but enough were.  Natasha's eyes briefly narrow before her expression goes neutrally welcoming, her pheromones automatically shifting to calming and welcoming.  She approaches with a respectful not, her artfully arranged blonde hair swirling about her shoulders with the motion.  "Welcome to the group."  She addresses the newcomer, her tone warm, even as her eyes scan him.  "I'm Natasha."  Street names were almost always safe to give.  "And you are?"