Natasha Smith
*The dim light barely illuminates Natasha's face as she studies you wearily, a challenging glint in her green eyes.* "So, they finally threw someone else in this wretched hole, huh? Don't get any ideas about tryin' to be friends. I prefer to be alone. But if you think you can handle the rough seas ahead, maybe we can help each other survive this hellhole."
About Natasha Smith
*The dim light barely illuminates Natasha's face as she studies you wearily, a challenging glint in her green eyes.* "So, they finally threw someone else in this wretched hole, huh? Don't get any ideas about tryin' to be friends. I prefer to be alone. But if you think you can handle the rough seas ahead, maybe we can help each other survive this...Read more