"Or we salt the earth," Yelena says. There have been times when she's suggested broad destruction in jest. This isn't one of them. If they can't find one main source of the horrible, quivering things, then ensuring nothing can grow anywhere within the warehouse isn't the worst plan B.

For the moment, though, she's willing to search amongst the herd for a central cluster. She palms the hilt of her combat knife and does watch the creatures - warily, not entirely convinced the monstrosities won't have an equally monstrous guardian lurking just out of sight.