Natasha leans forward, her hands braced on a gall in the branch. She smiles, snorting faintly. "You could say that. At least better than most people do."

It has kept her alive this long. It had landed her in London.

"I think you have to be in this world, if you want to keep going. The falls are going to happen. Either you figure out how to take them or eventually you don't get back up." She doesn't sound particularly cynical saying it. She doesn't consider it pessimistic. That's just life.