Now Yelena understood the question. He sought more details to understand how they could have been blinded. Unfortunately, Yelena didn't feel she was too helpful there.
"It was like... flash grenade in our eyes, except I didn't hear anything." She shook her head, disappointed in herself. "I'm sorry I don't know more. It happened very quickly."
She was trained to notice things. Pick up on minute details that others would miss or think was something ordinary. Except her mind had been flooded with traumatic memories from her childhood. She didn't know enough about magic to be able to tell the difference even if she had been more observant.
His reassurance, more than anything, grounded her. The simple pressure of his hand on top of hers, where she laid it against his arm, guiding her once more when the elevator door softly dinged as it opened. She was glad not to have to go back to the room she shared with Allison on the first floor. She could only hope that if there were rats there when Allison got back, Fanny could take care of it or get her to safety again. Selfishly, she preferred Will's company and the quiet privacy.
He placed the bottle in her hand and she wrapped her hand securely around the neck of the bottle, unscrewing it by feel. She took a sniff test. "Not vodka. Whiskey." Not that she cared at the moment. Alcohol was alcohol and she needed it after the day she's had. She took a big swig straight from the bottle.