Yelena's head cants slightly, and she suppresses a wince at the faint twinge of stiffening muscles - she's going to have a bruise along her upper back from a fall she hadn't quite managed to break as efficiently as she'd like.

"It isn't bad," she says. "It would need some work, to get it into good shape, but none of us is afraid of work."

She pauses, then adds, "If we stay in Gloucester. I'm thinking maybe we shouldn't."