Natasha walks slowly around the vehicles, inspecting them.  Noting the armoring and other modifications is beyond her; she makes no attempt to assess these.  Instead, she, once again, adds them to the puzzle pieces of their employer and his wealth.  One could learn a lot about a person from the type of car they drove.  As she walks, she moves with an easy grace, her step light, feet staying on a single line as though walking a tight rope, the graceful sway of her feminine hips more an artistic highlight than anything else.  With a bit of an effort, she makes her step appear more natural less poised.  After all, Natasha didn't have the childhood ballet lessons that Talia did.<br/><br/>Stopping for a moment, Natasha sighs.  It wasn't possible to assess the worth and personality of the impressive limousine without admiring it.  Her parents hadn't had one like this, but similar vehicles.  She'd rarely been allowed to drive them.  Her delicate chin raises, her brilliantly blue eyes seeking out the assistant.  "I'm no rigger, but... I can drive well enough."  Her slender hands almost twitch at the thought of driving the Rolls Royce.  Clearly it was true: you could take the corporate princess out of the lifestyle, but... with an effort, once again, she controls herself, folding her hands passively behind her back.