The water turned off and the bathroom door slowly creaked open. Yelena turned and got an eyeful of Will Graham in a towel. She grinned. "Have I mentioned how glad I am to have my sight back?" It was suggestive without being too explicit.
When Will made to an effort to cover the scar across his abdomen, Yelena astutely looked elsewhere. She had felt the remnants of that slash beneath her fingertips, but she could understand that he might not want her openly staring at it now that she could see again. She also offered him the privacy of doing whatever else he needed to do. Like when she watched a man stow away his car keys, she thought she spotted him sliding something away.
"They've been coming to fetch Fanny," said Yelena. "Tonight, they get both of us. Two for the price of one."
She was dressed in a simple white scoop-necked t-shirt over black jeans, her long blonde hair pulled back into twin plaits. Over this ensemble, she donned her old favorite vest that she asked to borrow back from Natasha, specifically for the occasion. She held out the clean and folded square of folded fabric.