So much for small talk. She had to surprise a smile, the way Natasha was talking reminded her of aunt Carol who was always worried about any little scrape or cut they got when they were children. The shock might have registered on her face. "Yes, considering it's not the dimension I was aiming for." She rubbed her hands on her pant legs a little uncomfortable with this which she mentally reprimanded herself about. She didn't birth Jazz but this woman was still her mother and cared for her. She coouldn't fault her for that. "I wasn't hurt, just shaken a bit. I don't think I need anything, Jarvis gave me toiletries and I have a couple of outfits with me so I should be okay for clothing." That was a half like. She had two pairs of pants, four shirts and three sets of undergarments but again, she didn't want to burden anyone.
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