It had been a long time since Yelena let her guard down. Even longer since she felt any real empathy. She could feel the walls coming back up, the practiced smile settling into place “A lost island for lost people. Seems very fitting,” she said with her dry sense of humor creeping back in. “Well, thank you for the conversation, Dr. Don Blake. The next time we run into each other at Stark’s I’ll have to buy you some coffee. No apples. No pumpkins. “