（ so, things have been — tense. nat, who's dressed down in an oversized hoodie and something suspiciously like yoga pants, is very determinedly not giving off 'i am a spy' vibes. instead, she's playing a little basketball.

good way to stay in shape without being too conspicuous.

she bounces a ball to the nearest person walking by, tips her head towards the makeshift hoop in a universal gesture of game? ）

So. Aliens, huh?

（ she says it playfully, the same way someone might roll their eyes and talk about boys will be boys. ）

（ she's given most of her food away, but she is nursing a small glass of what seems rather suspiciously like thorkill's moonshine. providing your character roughly looks like a legal adult, as they pass by she'll hold out a second small cup. ）

Up for a toast?

（ she's just putting her boots on, her there's a shift to the ground, a tremendous noise, and then the whole thing goes to hell. the ground gives out from under her, and nat grabs one of her wristlets. no time to put it on, she just hits the grappling anchor and is gratified when it hits one of the solid overhead structures of the shower.

the end result is that she's sort of dangling over the sinkhole without the immediate momentum to swing to the other side of it.

she gives a sort of sheepish smile to whoever's nearest, and in a coy tone: ）

Little help?

（ no hiding that she had the reaction time and gadgetry to deal with not getting swallowed by a sinkhole, but — at least she can play it off. ）