[It's just for a few days, Valek said. A week tops, he said. Here's a week's worth of your antidote, Yelena, just find out whatever you can. You can handle this, he said.
Handle this?
Yelena stares across the table at Loki with the most dubious expression. On loan from the Commander of Ixia, she sits across the table from Loki with a plain band on her finger wondering if everything would be much simpler if she just skipped her daily antidote and succumbed to the agonizing pain that Butterfly's Dust promised instead. Or maybe she'll take the antidote and poison Valek's food later? She's certain he'd notice in time and take it as the note of her displeasure it would be intended as.]
I'm not calling you smoochy-kins.
[For someone who is supposed to be pretending to be a young newly-wed, she's not being terribly convincing with that look in her eye or the way she's gripping her fork a little too tightly.]
I regret nothing. You can imagine this face from her forever.
Handle this?
Yelena stares across the table at Loki with the most dubious expression. On loan from the Commander of Ixia, she sits across the table from Loki with a plain band on her finger wondering if everything would be much simpler if she just skipped her daily antidote and succumbed to the agonizing pain that Butterfly's Dust promised instead. Or maybe she'll take the antidote and poison Valek's food later? She's certain he'd notice in time and take it as the note of her displeasure it would be intended as.]
I'm not calling you smoochy-kins.
[For someone who is supposed to be pretending to be a young newly-wed, she's not being terribly convincing with that look in her eye or the way she's gripping her fork a little too tightly.]