"I will bet you twenty dollars it doesn't turn out," Yelena says, though her tone is closer to a wry sort of sympathy than anything else. She knows well the desire to keep a record of the strange and horrifying things Gloucester has to offer - and the frustration when the warping effect of magic on technology renders that difficult at best.

She makes note of the name and the dates, old habit she's still not found any reason to shed.