Owner	Pose
Natasha Romanova	Natasha is currently settled over in the recreation room. The television is droning on with some news report about the latest crisis going on anywhere. The type that will be dealt with and mostly forgotten by the morrow as the next one comes into focus. That's just the sort of lives that they live in the modern era. Natasha is working on eating a ration bar, skimming through some files on recent Hydra and AIM activity, and scanning through the lists for anything in common as she goes to narrow searches and comparisons down. To the side is a small canteen with some distilled water that she occasionally sips from. This is what she would call 'down-time' if anyone ever asked what she was up to. It was how she functioned. Her life did not particularly have an 'off' button - not that it ever had.
Melinda May	Melinda seldom got down time for herself, so when she did, she took advantage of it the best she could. She almost had ot force herself to not pick up a file or drag herself to the training area. She had told herself that she was going to do her best to make sure she gave herself the time her body and mind needed. She was not getting any younger. Thus, a visit to the rec center semmed in order. It was something she had not done in quite a while, so it seemed like a good thing to do. Entering the room in a pair of workout pants and a t-shirt, the seasoned agent looks quite out of place from her usualy clothing. A bottle of water in her hand, she makes her way over to a chair and settles into it, sipping the water and focusing her eyes on the television screen. "So what are we watching?" She only then cast a glance to Natasha and took another sip of the water. "Oh the news. Always something going on somewhere. Only a matter of time before we are in the very same country they are talking about."
Natasha Romanova	Natasha Romanova would glance over at May, "Ah, hello Commander. And I'm not paying it that much attention." Honesty and lying. She was keeping track of it partially, paying attention for keywords or things that would alert her to something extraneous. Perhpas tied in to any particular ongoing events - Avengers or SHIELD. Always multi-tasking. But, upon being approahced for conversation, she goes to shut down the various data-pads that she was using, quickly flicking them inert. "Two natural disasters, one breakout from the Raft, various elements of interstellar gossip, one supervillain engagement and a monologue from Swarm." Aka the Nazi scientist MADE OF BEES.