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Yelena gives him an exaggerated little spin for good measure, making a show of it, because if she went through the effort of looking this good, someone was going to appreciate it properly. The movement is deliberate, confident, tailored to highlight the sharp line of her waist and the unmistakable hourglass silhouette she'd dressed to flatter.

A flicker of something lighter cuts through her usual storm-cloud demeanor, playful in a way she rarely bothered to be. Truthfully, she's almost embarrassingly excited for this, a night out that didn’t involve stale ramen, questionable takeout containers, or an endlessly bickering crew of deeply unhappy misfits testing the limits of her patience.

One brow lifts as she settles back into place, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her outfit. "Mm?" lips quirking. "Nice? That is all you have?" A beat, faux offense slipping into amusement. "I practically performed miracle here, Jinu!"