Yelena had not had any particular expectations of who or what might be on the other side of the door. She still manages to be surprised, eyes widening a fraction as she takes in Jaeger, the tentatively familiar rendered strange by the abrupt change of context.

"This is yours?" she asks.

His home? His memory? An aspect of his personal hell? She's not entirely certain which question is most pertinent, and that only serves to put her further on edge.