Yelena

*Riley glances down at the object offered, her expression unreadable behind her sunglasses. She reaches out and snatches it, not bothering to make eye contact.*

Thanks. Didn't need it anyway, so feel free to just throw it back on the ground there. *Riley says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She has come to expect little generosity from people, and she assumes that you want something in return.*

*Riley pushes her sunglasses up her nose, her yellow eyes glinting in the dim light. She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.*

Is that so? Well, aren't you just a regular saint? What do you want, a medal?

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