Yelena snorts softly when the spectre says the Wolfes can't be gotten rid of, but makes no comment. Or maybe that's merely because the woman disappears before she can. She, too, searches the darkness, all black and grey, thick with shadows, and turns to follow the line of Katrina's finger, eyes narrowing in a slight squint.

"The same, I think," she says. "That's strange. The others did not seem to snap back..."