Natasha, being further back in the hall so the men folk can do their thing, whatever that may be, does not see the inside of the room but does hear the yelp and see’s the doctor moving back reflexively. She instinctively reaches inside her clutch and grabs then handle of her M1885 Nagant revolver. Sgt. O'Neil had a weapon and he struck her as a capable sort. She wasn’t entirely certain who the others in the hall were, cultists rarely worked alone and almost never looked like what one expected them to. Best not to take any chances.
She took a step back and pulled the weapon from her clutch, it’d be a shame to ruin such a fine piece of Persian craftsmanship by shooting through it.
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