[Maybe it is counterintuitive, but Yelena doesn't take offense to it. What she's doing doesn't exactly make sense to her either. It's not efficient, not even close to being practical. Maybe she should take a page out of this girl's book too, and learn to conserve her energy. She sits on the ground, folding her legs beneath her.]

You can talk to me. The words... [she trails off,] I think words will help. Words besides Kenoma, Pleroma, or the Regent.

[because yelena doesn't know anything about any of those three, and she's had it up to here with theorizing]

Only if you want to though.

[conversation seems to be a little out of gray's comfort zone. yelena's managed to notice that, even while so focused]