// ? Is everything okay?

He's married I think. Sorry.

Who the fuck even are you? Why do you judge me like this? Leave me alone.

Last I checked, I was not near your children???

Yelena heads off to her quarters, packing a bag on autopilot.

This would be fine.

It would be fine.

Agghhh. You're fumigating me--.

"Heh. Pretty cute. Thanks."

Ever think how that might be something you should work on?

Oh, well thank God then. Your funds were getting very low, I bet.

[The sarcasm.]

Aren't you... Uh helping the economy by... Making people spend their money ... Or something?

.... Stark, tell me you did not contribute to the stupid Labubu craze...

....... What is your newest product?

Again?

"Hopefully, it should be. Get in, get out. Be home in time for dinner (in four days or so)."

She claps him on the back.

"Ah, you wish it was Florida. I will pack a bag."

She stands up, finishing her coffee. Despite her light aspect, she wasn't looking forward to going back to Russia either.

"I can bring someone else, if you would like to sit this one out."

She didn't expect him to.