Kim’s relief comes in pairs: a roommate that is still alive and seems to not need a trip to some quasi-Victorian ER, and a husband just put together enough to still be determined to sample every cuisine possible. Her sigh of relief is inaudible now, but the ease to her shoulders is obvious. Everyone in one piece for another night, thank god.

She’s still trying to fish out her pack of cigarettes when Jimmy descends on her to take hers, but she lets him have it. She throws a lingering glance his way, something that goes with the lipstick stains on the cigarette now in his mouth, but Yelena still needs a fix. She pulls one out and passes it to her wordlessly, ready with the lighter.

Her expression is expectant. Same question.