[ yelena hops off the railing and does a quick sidestep to close the distance between them — as much as he will let her, really — and gives him a quick sniff. she smells mostly whiskey, hard leather but, ]

Well. At least you don't stink like New York.

[ she flashes him a shit-eating grin — one that lasts for all of half a second before he offers his help. which, she predicted he would eventually because he's trying to be a Good Guy. in her head, he is already.

she finishes off the rest of her drink before shaking her head again, this time almost vehemently. like what he'd asked her was the most preposterous thing she'd heard all week. ]

No. You're already occupied with the rest of the America, I'm fine— [ correction: ] We're fine. Thank you, though.