Yelena. [ With a nod, she starts walking away from the fortress, snow crunching beneath each step. Yelena considers giving Allison a peek at her own weapons— maybe that's a basic courtesy, she wouldn't know— but decides against the trouble when she realizes it might require removing her coat. It is barely past dawn and the soft sunlight casting a pastel glow over the world isn't near strong enough to raise the temperature yet. ] So, do you have any theories yet?
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