[She softens just a touch when she sees the frown, come on Sharon she's he-- Well, that explains some things.]

So, you think I'm from a different time, or universe? Or I'm a crazy Russian Version of myself? If I were, we wouldn't be having this discussion. [If she were Red Room Crazy, she wouldn't be playing nice, she'd get her information other ways.

She arches a brow, momentarily hopeful about James, but that melts away.]

You've been stashing way alcohol for me? You shouldn't have...

[Nat sits on the edge of the bed.]

So, I was here. I was not nice... And yet somehow you have a room set up for me and I have clothes.. What is this?