Yelena swings by late in the morning, large cup of coffee and bakery bag in hand - one of the benefits of working as an investigator is that running down leads occasionally puts her in the vicinity of food that doesn't come from the company cafeteria. Not that the cafeteria fare is bad, exactly, it just...well.

It's a corporate cafeteria. It can only do so much.

She sets both down on Meredith's desk, carefully clear of any paperwork that may have accreted over the course of this particular project, gaze sweeping the workspace almost as a matter of course.

"I heard an interesting rumor today," she says brightly.