Shit. Right. It takes a second before Kate manages to put her best effort into not looking terribly sad at that statement. "I don't think that's going to be the case for you for very long. Anyways, it looks pretty much like this, yeah. There's not always a game of gay chicken involved."

God - already back at that sensation of whiplash that still keeps featuring in every conversation she has with Yelena. That look - goodbye, previous train of thought, it was nice knowing you, sorry not sorry you ended up just vanishing in a poof of smoke there. Does that mean Kate gets to look at her like that now, does that count as permission? Dear god, that might kill her anyways. Right, they're talking.

"I - okay, but I'm gonna need more info. What kind of movies do you like? And how much of that have you had to drink already?"