[Natasha's head tilts, too easy...There should be more warning flags, but then again- it's Sharon in there. Sharon is in there somewhere.]

Honey, I've always looked good.

[She can't help, but laugh at that moving to the side of the bed, her hand sliding over Sharon's arm and to take hold of her wrist.]

They probably would have. [A smile quirks Nat's lips.] As tempting as that sounds, Sharon... I'm going to have to decline the offer, get back to me when you're yourself and now what ever this is, okay?