Was Ava already there waiting for her, or arrived shortly after? It's up to Yelena to guess, as the woman quietly fades into view in the seat across from her at the booth.

She's wearing the same plain grey clothes that Yelena met her in. Clean, but showing signs of wear. Her hands are clasped in front of her upon the table, thumbs poking through holes in the sleeve cuffs where there's obvious signs of fraying from where she's worried at the fabric.

And she looks exhausted, dark circles under her intense and evaluating gaze, evident of her lack of sleep. Her posture is slightly hunched, but she keeps her head up, trying to exude confidence despite it all. Not wanting to give away just how uncomfortable she is, in public.

"What's best on the menu?" She hasn't really been eating all that well either.