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Kate doesn’t really understand how Yelena dresses. Part of her just shrugs and figures, she’s Russian. Maybe this is what style looks like in Russia.
(It isn’t a part of Kate that she likes about herself: it sounds like Eleanor.)
She lies on the bed already dressed in her leggings and tunic, watching as Yelena touches every article of clothing in the closet. She’s very clear about which are hers. She has no problem mixing plaid with herringbone tweed, checks with chevrons, navy with black. But she doesn’t wear much black, when they aren’t working.
Yelena smiles at a vest.