Natasha felt a skip from her heart, her uncle does not know whom he was talking to but she did and she was afraid of what he would do if he was to get offended. She looked at Reaper with pleading eyes hoping he would glance at her for a moment but he never did and just stared at her uncle with the same blank and expressionless face he had the whole time. Natasha was about to speak to break the tension in the air when he spoke.
"She cried for helped." He said just these few words and nothing more. Natasha let out a breath that she did not know she was holding, grateful that he did not take offense to her uncle's words.
"And how did you get in? The place would not be left unguarded." Uncle Nicholas asked. Natasha felt her uncle had become a detective interrogating a suspect and he didn't seem to want to let go until he got an answer.
"I have my ways," Reaper answered and Natasha could not agree more.
