Yelena blinks at him for a moment, then snorts quietly. "Wow. And here I thought you just didn't give a shit. But no, mostly I want to fill in what happened between when Bob landed in the desert, and when we crashed into the lobby. If Valentina did more to him to make him go from a guy who didn't know he even had superpowers and just let Walker treat him like garbage to mopping the floor with all of us in twenty seconds flat."

Something beeps on the coffee maker, and she turns to pull two cups from the small, artsy rack next to it. "I guess this wasn't a death robot."