Yelena exhales a shallow sigh of relief as the young man bolts, removing the illusion of an enemy from the equation - she hopes. She tracks after Winter, jogging a few paces to pull up in front of him, then plants her feet, hands loose at her side and conspicuously empty.

"The threat is over. You can stand down. Put the knife away." It's still steady, even, the way she would speak to one of her team after a mission gone sideways. Not quite the snap of a commander, but the bedrock firmness of a comrade who has things fully under control.