Oh, there she goes. It’s fascinating the way the words just keep going. Even when it seems like she might stop, she doesn’t. Her words continue to roll right out of her mouth at a pace so quick she can barely keep up with it herself. “What is it about my voice…? It’s the accent, yes? People in America, they love them, don’t they…?”

“I promise I have not yet done a single illegal thing with you tonight.” she lets a low chuckle rumble through her chest. “Not yet, at least.” She tilts her head back with the laugh that bubbles up with that thought.

Yelena pouts up at her, “Oh, you do not know how dangerous an invitation like that is, you know…”