[ there is a stillness that hangs between them like bait. but neither of them seem to bite. yelena can find solace in peace and quiet, though years of training to be the greatest child assassin there ever was will do that. it's why she watches him, her eyes following him as he moves to sit, she assumes anyway, on one of four (maybe five? she's not exactly keeping count) pieces of furniture in his humble abode. then her gaze falls upon the apron. ]

I didn't. [ she gives bucky a shrug from across the room, as she makes a beeline for the whiskey— ] May I?

[ she's pouring herself another drink before he could even get an answer in. typical russian behaviour, is it not? ]

But, I can take it if you want. I just figured it would be nice for me to have a reason to come back here, you know? Like how women in American movies leave a very obscure hair clip on the edge of a man's bathroom sink.