( ...he is learning, now: it is not that Yelena necessarily thrusts herself in the midst of chaos, so much as she skillfully, unapologetically and expediently creates it. Lan Wangji, fast in her shadow, barely catches up with the great heft of his baggage, before she's already crouching before their captive, to lesson him in the many, illustrious ways of relieving himself in his trousers.

The man seems to either cooperate or breathe his last in Yelena's ear. From a respectful distance, where he may regret the entirety of his life choices, Wangji can't quite say. Only listen and nod and shoot the man a helpless look, before nodding and waving him up, to take him in custody.

...into the lavatory he goes, suitably locked in, Lan Wangji careful to deposit the key right outside of the door. It is not a matter of the guard not exiting, he suspects — only one of Yelena not having further access to put the fear of the heavens in him. )

Where you go, I follow.

( And no sooner has he said this, that he starts them on their way, down a waterlogged corridor. )