Who I am is tired of losing people I care about. [Yelena has always been a little more emotional than she'd like to be, and now is no different. She can feel the tears stinging her eyes again and she might have to switch this to a text conversation if she can't keep it at bay.

She drags a hand through her hair and for a moment, she's not actually looking at the screen, but down at the table or desk or wherever she's sitting at the moment. Until he says... that.

Because it clicks, then. In a way that reading the name hawkeye hadn't made it click.

She looks up at him on the screen again.]

Oh. You're the wrong Clint she told me she saw, so soon after getting here, aren't you?