Yelena had been ready for him to tell her to mind her own business. In the relatively short time they've crossed paths, Will struck her as a mostly private person. Someone who presents as mild-mannered and keeps to himself a lot.
Except there was a hint of something there. Something more. Something darker. She could sense it in him because she had the same element in herself, though she did it pretty well. Something that should have made her run, if she were just another girl on the street. But Yelena was not just another girl and that something somehow made her more comfortable with him instead of less. Like she sensed a kinship there.
"The scar on your stomach. How did you get it?" She took another sip of the whiskey before tucking it in her arms as if she were hugging the bottle. "I remember catching a glimpse of it when we were outside, the other night, by the water."