[Jake had met so many more new people than usual in the last several hours, allowing the name Natasha to briefly escape his memory as Finn embarks on his next rambling profile. At the mention of her sister though, it comes flooding back.]
...Natasha. Dang, I think I met her actually. [He promptly stretches his head into a quaint little hair style, mirroring the one he'd seen her with in the armory.] Hair like this, but red?
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...Natasha. Dang, I think I met her actually. [He promptly stretches his head into a quaint little hair style, mirroring the one he'd seen her with in the armory.] Hair like this, but red?