Unsurprisingly, a woman charging toward you with no intention of stopping is a pretty good incentive for people to get the hell out of the way, and they make a hole large enough for Natasha to slip through.

Her running partner... apparently does not see the point of bothering with that sort of thing. Natasha catches her vaulting over the newspaper machine out of the corner of her eye, and smiles to herself, swallowing down a chuckle. Whatever she is, this girl, she's not good at hiding it. It's almost cute.