Gwenaëlle shrugs to Vanya — sounds like it’ll do — and pivots toward the alley, taking pains to move more quietly. (It’s not unimpressive, considering how many weapons she’s typically carrying on her person.) Under her breath,

“I don’t know what I expected your mother to be like,” is pretty borderline for things she probably shouldn’t say right before they have each other’s back in a brawl. In retrospect, though, there’s something about the degree of fussiness that does make a lot of sense in the general Orlov shoulder area.

A nod towards the window: “Give me a boost?”